The Play Is In Her Head
The play is in her head.
It should be in her bed.
Desire so contorted,
out of control,
fantasy eludes her,
makes her a fool.
She gives him the power,
the power to say;
"Today you can wonder,
tomorrow dismay,
but then maybe the next day,
you just never know,
I'll make you so happy,
you'll suck and you'll blow"
For he is her puppeteer,
she hangs on his strings.
I'll give her some scissors,
see what that brings!
Copyright © Ruth Matthews | Year Posted 2017
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