fish your wish



my cruise is bruised

i've lost my frost

i'm a lass of glass

whose token is broken

i'm a meter-minded maid

whose mind may not be saved

and i'm scarred scared simple

twice as tough without the dimple.



my back's gone slack

like my nose and my toes

a mime stole my time

now i'm crying on a vine

lying, dying, vying for a dime.



a priest presented penance

a witch wielded weapons

a buddhist threw his tulips

till a sheik sang through new lips

theorizing, prosthetilizing, 

euthanizing, i tried to fight em

but those vehicles of varied kinds

sterilized my einstein eyes. 



now i'm sticking stocking stuck

valued less than two buck chuck 

tied twice to a train

trampling trinkets in the rain

with the mrs. who missed my kisses

and the twister that ate my mr.

we're a motley mess of monsters

we're a cacophony of costars

we are, we were, we'll be, you'll see

that there is no one here next to me.