I have never seen a fairy
But my daughter insists that they exist...
I have a desire to escape
just for a short while...
I close my eyes to paint a pictured scene
a view; unfurls and takes my breath a-way...
So you have come to collect me?
To send me on my way...
Oh dismal world you have me flung
into the deepest pile of dung...
Thy stench dost wrench the ardour from my soul
and make my blood more cold than icy snow...
All this anger
is clawing at my stomach...
Finished with ink stained hands
smearing elusions onto faces...
Sister, O Sister Weaver, how my heart aches
when I watch you weave the vicissitudes of life...
Once upon a time maybe...
There lived a snow white queen...
A crotchety cantina hosts a
Malevolent, fetish night...
In this country, we cover not the craniums
of our women...