pursuit of leisure

in the backseat, her eyes are dull
as she stares complacently out the window
young hearts are yearning for more, she said.
young hearts are yearning for more.
i watch sometimes, out my window
at the people walking in the street
and the cars passing
slowly as if no one
really ever cared
and last night, i heard
the voice of an angel of demon
speak to me through my radio
and the voice said,
"young hearts are yearning for more"
she said, one last time as she slept
forever