There’s a snake in my breakfast cereal,
And as I make-up my face up
And wash down from being sexed up
I see that the snake is really just milk
And that I’m projecting again
And the confusion continues
As I reach into the closet
To retrieve my long lost pant-suit
That has a crotch
And I’m wondering if it is appropriate to wear to work.
The ageless mirror bleats back at me
Go back to sleep, put those thoughts to rest
Because you’ll never be anything but
The absolute worst at being the best
And you’ll just come home and drink it all away anyways
So as I shut the door again
And try to remember why I came in
Here in the first place
I look at the wrinkles on my face and ask the mirror
Tell me, where did that little girl go?
As if in reply, my leg begin to sweat
And shake and shiver
As my uterus fights with my liver
Over who gets first go
And I remember where she went
A while later I stare a ceiling
Legs spread wide, plastered on smile
Whispering dirty somethings into a strangers ear
And I connect the dots and it looks like a face
Smiling back at me on my back.
Look how far you’ve come, it says
Look how far you’ve come.
