fifteen minutes

her smile doesn’t always win

they say she’s crazy

her mind reads like a patterned shirt

made out of maybes

she sighs she cries

but she knows

that Andy Warhol was right

now she got fifteen minutes on her side

she says life is like orange juice that tastes like tin

and she feels like watercolor paint

that washes off now

she sighs she cries

but she knows

that Andy Warhol was right

now she got fifteen minutes on her side