I look like a total maniac, right?
Do I look like a total maniac?
If I do, well my values are upright,
and that makes up for any looks I lack.
Right? I mean, I'm still alluring to them.
And by "them," I mean men. I feel girly
even though I have four lovely children
with picturesque eyes and hair so curly.
Curly but straight, like curlicues under
stage names placed in between quotation marks
on posters for troupes named "Liquid Thunder"
that dance in shoes until the angel harks:
I am perfect between the cracks of age,
and this grassy lawn is my barefoot stage.