The things we can't fix

I never wanted

the mirrors reflection

to shine like the rays of the sun.

I never wanted

the tools of introspection

to cut through my gaze just for fun.

No I just constructed

a ten thousand foot tower

made of match sticks

and cheese dipped cauliflower.

His waste line reduced,

his skin was made smoother.

We gave him glasses- fixed

And his brain under the hoover.

So what can we do

to fix the things

that aren't ever going to get fixed?

Lean down low-

just give it a blow-

and now we're playing pick up sticks.

These semblances of meaning

are just imagination

my Pizzian tower leaning

and looking for justification.

I have no more right

or wrong or in between.

Just smell the flowers

they're never going to be so mean.

I never wanted

the mirror to look at me

so hardly.

I never wanted

the pool of glass

just pleading with me.

I never meant for you to look up at me.

“I'm so dumb” is what you said.

I never meant for you to look up to me.

“I'm no good” is what you said.

I never meant for you to look down on me.

“Your heart is so cold” is what you said.

I never meant to let you see me.

“Your heart is cold” is what you said.

So what can we do

to fix the things

that aren't ever going to get fixed?

Lean down low-

just give it a blow-

That's probably the only quick fix.

She's ever so pretty,

I love what you've done

with those little glass eyes-

like rays of the sun.

He's so handsome,

but maybe too short.

Oh well, he'll grow into it.

We're waiting for a growth spurt.

That one's not too bright,

shame or he'd be perfect.

He's also a little too fat,

if he were gay he'd be perfect.

These things are going to get ironed out

in the second draft.

But the thing with life, unlike with life,

is it's just in the craft.

So now I'm just looking down

from my moldy old tower of bread.

One little thing will give way

and it'll split open my head.

And all of these people I'm molding

the ones we had to cut and to stitch

will circle around my body

wondering what's the fix.

So what can we do

to fix the things

that aren't ever going to get fixed?

Lean in tight-

pull with all your might-

it just might close up the cyst .

And thing word word

thing and I cannot words chocolate fountain.

And will some-- and can some---

just stop this breakdown?

And frogs hat chocolate tower

and number bird tree cow-

how--- my face-- two wines---

disgrace-- and @--$--## there

someone save him, if you dare.