Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
Why is it talking? Is it preaching?
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
It won't shut the **** up.
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
How do take the ******* batteries out?!
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint
Smash it on the rock or something!
Just lob it!
Smash it!
Sai...
Phew, thank God.

Give the colourful creature colourful crayons.
Lines finding letters finding words finding objects finding order.
The creature colours numbers unknown.
But did anyone ask the colourful creature if it wanted to colour?
The creature colours numbers unneeded and unwanted.
The creature colours an elephant chandelier.
Colours unseen, lines never drawn, an image so unfamiliar.
And the creature is sad.

Holding hands through open eyes.
Hiding starlight in the sky.

How many skins lie in your wardrobe? Soft but seldom touched.
Your runway sprawls, the buds are crying for the sun.
Your faces, worn and never loved.

Tearing apart, this glass lodged in my mind.
Dripping thoughts, the sharpness bleeds inside.
The motor chain grinds on blissfully blind.
With misty eyes the world is punishingly kind.

Something old,
Sniffing glue.
Homeless grandma,
In plain view.

Please can we leave?
My teeth grind,
People smile with aggressive charm.
Please can we leave?
They laugh maniacly,
At me
Please, can we just leave?
Nah, have another line.
The feather cushion is an interesting distraction.
Fluffy fumbling. Faffy fascination.