what if numbers would imagine
some small hold on our behalf
when we’ve got construction workers
throwing glances on our path
fucking shit!!! we’ll let out hair loose
talk real loud and run around!
who will notice our pink toesies
unless Clogs our feet do bound?
na na na there’s no such nonsense!
sit up straight and take a stand!
write a tragedy in shorthand
comedia del arte land
Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit.
paint our lips. remember romance.
laugh so hard our eyes turn red.
little gigglers on some pictures
spin and spin our little heads
oh all curly one
don’t let the bed bugs bite
and if they do…
take off your shoe and BEAT them till they’re black and blue!