Opening Night

Delusional stance,

posture they do take.

I'm not a man,

I have no boots,

I'm just a girl.

My mother you have

racing, bracing, tracing Hair.

For one more look doth want!

Desire is not mine, it took

my innocence and care.

Why bother wit, uplifting snare

a trap whilst you do stare.

In many cases of all this

my fingerprint know now!

I did exist, I did complain,

I did not make this evil stain.

I am just an egg, not a spoon

for he doth run away.

Result me now, they had a cow

'cause I was on the way.

Sadness struck, for tummy tuck

the knife swings at me.

I held on tight, with all my might

with little trembling fear.

Orgy sore, I was tore,

my face did not displace.

For every door, there was a whore,

just standing,

waiting,

paying ewe.

The curtain lifts on delusional myth.

K.A.P.

5/4/2009