his words had me perform a pirouette
when golden skies slumber down.
stars for stairs, i carelessly step
when my youth came tumbling down.
how i want to caress his rubber hands
and turn on the radio to his filthy heart,
the sound of bliss will have us slow dance.
nothing will tear our dewy eyes apart.
but i don’t want it to go on.
crackling bones had rubbed the skin of my foot.
i’ve lost dignity in this bond,
and my foot felt numb like chunks of root.
what is he, though, what is he?
made of rubber, made of polystyrene
and i’m only a lithe nymph he see,
i need a plastic crown to be his queen.
still, it hurts, my foot urge to rip.
i’ll be swaying with a ragged gown.
climbing up stars, i’ll carelessly slip
and there goes my youth tumbling down.