Life On Earth

We are made of flesh and stars 
Round the moon we love to dance 
Find us in all sorts of bars 
Serenading with jactance 
Sloppier than apple pie 
Deeper than a tub of cream 
All of us are born to die 
Dosing in a timeless dream 
Shapes we make with paint and prose 
Black white keys and neon string 
Looping lines that have no close 
Circling and circling