I See Faces

I see faces, sober races- covalent bases, upon crazes, upon laces. I say hi that I know her, get by on some glow worms, grow guys in the sojourns- holy as the phone burns... High tech would have a job, but the buying neck would have a slob, so why get robbed at the kabob when the higher rent is only as true as a mob? 'Cause there is no escaping the jobs- slamming of doors or weighing of the stops, you've gotta be a bob, make sure you've got friends to cast off.