Body Negative
I can see the cracks in your bodyA quick trip to the medical store and I have a putty knifeAnd a tub of emotional fillerSmoothing the bumps and recessesSo the psyche is not rough to the touch anymore A quart of happy paint restores that radiant smile with the compliment of your sparkling blue eyesDon’t please knock until dry as the satin finishMight peel to reveal sadness And finally let me use the electric sawTo remove offending digitsToo tempting to extend that middle finger inDefiance of the selfish driverIf you celebrate the fingers of AgincourtLet me solve that aggression to theDetriment of ever holding a Cornetto again