bound and chained, imitation Sisyphus in crucifixion pose
tangerine juice stings the scratch
where emerald nails stripped it bare.
confusion always sashays her big ass in with the first shout,
while traditional values and conformity quietly make their leave
out the back door, mindful not to cause attention to themselves.
how green painted nails can invoked such wrath
is laughable, now that wound is stitched with sumac suture.
years past, my fingers can still aid in my
gullibility almost believe it when they said
they're goin' rot and fall off
if I didn't halt the parade of acrylic rainbows
arching across cuticles and phalanges.
laughable, yes, now that is