Onwards, doll, doll of night
Or in my afternoon paranoia
Wideness of the arse surprised me,
Patience wearing thin.
Porcelain doll, i see my love expand,
Though it sees you, as, in me, grotesque.
Entropy of statues, teeth
Must be scrubbed if they are not
To turn yellow, breasts
Turn pendulous unfettered by bras,
We have to ingest
And shit out an answer
To our own shame every night.