How can you smile, and forget me all the while?
If you are so happy why won't you go that extra mile?
Can't you see the emergency number that my eyes dial?
Must your contentment be a shield that shuts out my melancholy?
Can you only feel love for a cute little puppy, called something like "Molly"?
Am I expected to follow suit and just play with my plastic dolly?
Or suck as a pacifier this freezing ice-cold lolly?
The world settled down in its comfy chair too soon,
While I was busy laying prayers on the pale blue moon,
Clasping to my chest some mysterious ancient rune,
Waiting for some distant, guiding star, Heavenly-hewn,
To play me its melody before I change my sad tune.
Wait! Wait! This spinning cog-like world.
Just as my hair, tightly curled, I myself was not born unfurled.