monkeybeatmeat

another something poetic. my goal is to get a whole three comments on this one. help me out here people. drag anybody you know in this direction. a cookie for each person that you bring.

SOME MORNINGS I THINK IT WOULD BE BEST FOR EVERYONE IF I JUST PUT ON MY STRAITJACKET.


i woke up again this morning
with a barbie by my side
it's a thing i am ashamed of
that i can no longer hide

i've tried so hard to leave her
more times than i'm aware
but she's always drawn me back
with her cold seductive stare

and i scream
mirror mirror on the wall
please help me kill
my barbie doll
that plastic tit perfected she
reminds me that i cannot be
anything but a slave to my
illusions.

so i tore off her head
burst out onto the street
feeling freedom.
liberation was lost to confusion
and i found myself muttering
muttering something
something about my need
to find
some
fit
replacement.

and the women
swarming the street
searching for
a better half
just pass me by
and i scream:
"let me be your better half."
but they look at me funny
and call me names like
pervert
freak
and
sick fuck.

but i know that if i had hair like ken
and nothing down my pants
i'd
be
their
ultimate
fantasy
a handsome
successful man
without phallus.
because really all anyone's interested in
is themselves.

and somewhere a radio is playing
and adam ant is telling me that
sex is sex
forget the rest
the only one that's free
the only great adventure left
for humankind
that's you and me
but that's not true
and i cry out:
"but if it's free
then why do i
have to stop at an atm
every time i
want a hooker?
and if it's an adventure
why do i
have to pay extra and sign a waiver to get the cattle prod
and handcuffs?"

!!! a car wreck
or some poor nut job dancing on the edge of a
building
but there's nothing
and the sirens only get louder !!!

and the people part
like quivering thighs
and that's when i see she
she is total perfection
and she wraps me in a blanket
and tells me that it will all be ok

and in her eyes i see ken
dismembered and in flames

and as i'm sped away
somewhere peaceful
i try to look casual in my restraints
as i ask:
"are you seeing anyone right now?"