I regret to inform
you -
(Your worst nightmare's repeating.)
That little boy of yours
is not so innocent.
His perfect eyes are
Liars.
That kitty-cat smile a
cheap ticket to
disaster dinner theater.
I'm sorry to burst your
Happy little bubble.
You almost had a hold on
all your straws.
I burst forth with the
truth -
(What I kept hidden from
Even God for years.)
My ribcage aches in
Electro
Techno
shock.
Is your's shattered?
I hope this doesn't stain
that dress you wear
To all life's parties.
You only look pretty in a
Tragic shade
of yellow.