The plastic spoon

He told me I looked happier than him
Standing by the rack of magazines
He’d like to die, but it is still a sin

Instead, I wondered how about a gym?
And  prayer to fill the emptiness that looms
He told me I looked happier than him.

He was handsome , smart and also very slim.
A pity we were not just two baboons.
He’d like to die, but it is still a sin.

He has good eyesight, and has lost no limb
I can hum about a million tunes.
He told me I looked happier than him

His cup compared to mine is full to brim
Yet I desire to lick the plastic spoon.
He’d like to die, but it is still a sin.

We in Europe rich, feel full of doom
We are going blind, one may presume
He told me my attraction  was a sin
He’d like to harass me  like life has him