Reaching over your shoulder,
A boulder is about to crack.
The giraffes, dinosaurs and pesky bores that glance
see you react.
It’s about language,
posture and poise
Presenting oneself like a broken toy,
One stepped on
broken and junk,
now its neck is whack thanks to that Chunk.
A paroxysm of coughing makes that Adam’s apple show
Somehow this perking out makes one dominant over a ‘poor girl’,
For some reason you think you’re a Hunk
Mystery how that fact of the Forbidden Fruit can paralyze your neck,
also sets back your assurance and confidence