La la la 25/9/2003

Chocolate mousse for your hair
Drops of fired honey for eyes
Strands of angel hair, framing your toasted face
Your sun dried hands are nicely red
You're a beautifully fried egg
I could consume you heartily
If I'd allow myself to see past the pan-fried oily veneer
The falsely Aerod surface
The molten mirage

You shine painfully
But it's all a lie
The outer layers of an onion
Refusing to yield to my fingers
The hard shell of a walnut
Refusing to crack

You refuse to serve your purpose