Fall in love, get sloshed,
walk into street poles, heed no zebra-lines,
let traffic screech, blare your headphones,
become a spectacle.
Let footpaths blur, go skinny dip in
fountains, jump people, jump out of trains,
spray graffiti, start fire-tenders,
be the clown you want to be.
Go fall in love, get sloshed, make it last;
there is always a tomorrow,
to wake up, and nurse
the hangover of love.