THAT THING

That thing

So red, so pink

So cloud nine

So bliss

That thing

Is food for king

How come,

On that thing, you let the swine feast?

Don’t you know they just go a plundering

And in the wind, fling

The secrets

There in?

Once they hit it

They quit it

And pour

Strange seeds in it

You are a queen

But In borrowed skin

You linger too long

So you feed with un-pristine

That thing your thing

So red, so pink

So seventh heaven

So food for a king

You look great on the brochure

Glossy and stuff