Wires and Strings and Less Innocuous Things
What if our lives are connected by strings?
I'm just a puppet, a rag doll that sings.
Why do you twist, grasping, strain at your rope?
Gritting your teeth 'til your gums bleed bright red,
Manifest dreams of the things that you dread?
Life isn't short enough, but when you mope, claiming that women have given up hope of having a future with you, I can't stand there and listen, Dark Blue.
Suddenly, I'm a witch to be burned at the stake! I'm already taken, which must be a sin!
How dare I 'play nice,' but never give in?!
I'm not put on this earth to scratch your trembling itch.
I refuse to kiss straight women. I won't be fake.
You have no right, sir, to call me a snake!
