Strappy Shoes & Tippy Toes

She wanted to die

She needed someone to put her

Out of her misery

She didn't mean no harm

So look out for her memory…

Fire is not the devil's playground

It's where angels go who can't be found

By something stronger than the purest numb

Like putting out a blue flame with your tongue

And it helps, some

But she's drowning

In alphabet soup

The right went left

No sickness resounding

To anyone else

Cause to everyone else

She's the cork that stops the foam

From boiling over into homes and houses

She used to be quiet as a mouse is

Now she's a mute bird bagged with the cat

And that's that

Cause this is hell, she says

I've served my sentence

And I'm seeing red

And when I laugh

You won't see my head

It's back by the bushes

Hysterical, half-dead…

Fire is not the devils playground

It's where angels go who can't be found

By something stronger than the purest numb

Like twenty hard years under someone's thumb

Seasons change, she don't

It's only new threads, new friends

And the same smoke