As a scarecrow of unnaturally rouged cheeks I moved
Through a stilted, actorly life. Heavy-coarse ribbon in head
My eyes, for tenderness of any kind, willing to sacrifice.
What an odd thing, already dejected before a premature peak,
My worldly arrival. Flesh of strained polyester tirelessly mimicking
The doll’s cupid’s bow, her silk-soft grace, the serene expression
Of porcelain doves. But alas, with elbows acute in their pointiness,
And limbs far too long, my prettiness-for-the-taking dropped
Lower than the accepted amount, leaving me unnoticed, forlorn.

Broads and ghouls, illogical virgins tighten their purity
Around necks that beg to be axed by the ruling sprite’s hand.
Their willingness, pinkish souvenirs for the vampyr onlookers,
What a masterly jest. Presently unaffected, mocking all restrictions
I might as well be a jack o’ lantern, flickering my derisive light
Casting a leer at such a preposterous correlation, a world’s crime.

But don’t get my verses annihilated just yet, there’s more to this
Taunting, wordy unraveling than just the scorching of the effigy’s head.
Truth be told, secret to be no more, I have shifted from my original
Tango’s steps, the darling denialist now bears the skull-tipped cane
That strikes the lovely prisoner down to her flowery end.
I am no creature of redemption, I have axed lilies in my head-quarters
As well, and these sparkling rituals might be a prison for some birdies
Until you see yourself hitting the crouching princess from the other end.