chiselface,
you simple mesh
of pure fake goodness
fluctuating pools of
ineffable charm.

why won’t you smile at your youth?
you stride in the fairyland
of woods and bigbadwolves
and by you I stride.

despite wrongly flowered turns
and yellowbrick folly
I am your Supervisor

the masked will flaunt
overpracticed laughs of evil
and the Haggard Ones witch brew lizards legs
may even  
--stick-- you with sharp pins of Discomfort Curse
but I will --stick-- with you

The dangerous road loves lost princes.
you feel
moths-at-light-fatigue
but ever at the end
I,
Happily Ever After,
will climb inside
your nestled foolish cocoon
to spin your gold and
design your perfect maidens.

chiselface,
you simple mesh
of pure fake goodness
fluctuating pools of
ineffable charm.

Why won’t you smile at your youth?