Citronella

Citronella Her soul glows like a citronella candle flame at night She doesn’t warm; just keeps the pests away with her toxic bite She doesn’t need to beat those boys off with a bat But she still likes to hit them, hear that crack That wick’s so bright white they go blind when the see her sight and look straight past her and see nothing of the poison hiding in her light. But I’m a different type I’m crazy as electricity With me at night you can see But stick a finger in a socket just to see what happens and I can kill you and burn everything you have – it’ll all be gone as hell Watch out – I’m not your bedtime story in the light of your one night stand; don’t feel me up like you’re mistaking me for braille; (That’s a rash, actually, so watch it.) I don’t have veins, I’m all wired instead You can kill me with a switch, but I will never be dead!