As a gentleman you’ll tip your hat to me
Whilst slowly popping off my fingernails
Capturing beauty in a photograph
They’ll say it’s such a pity that she’s dead
Can’t get seeds caught in a toothless grin
So pretty hanging around your neck
A chain makers attempt at jewellery
Laughing at her sleeping under the bed
Lidless eyes scratched and sore unblinking
Blessed to sit and watch my creator
Who moulded a monster from human waste
To be abused, beaten, tortured and bred
