Insecurity- Unfinished

There was a girl with a droopy nose, covering her lips like a flamingo
Pink and white as ever made
Yoga retreat, the quiet made her day complete
In autumn leaves, brown and green
The lemons of life don’t grow on her trees
There was a girl with a droopy nose, covering her lips like a flamingo
Her insecurity secured by tightly criss-crossed fists
The crowd thought it was merely politeness
Her feet faced forward because somehow she knew where she was headed in moments of crisis
There was a girl with a droopy nose, covering her lips like a flamingo
Her moldy brown Puma bag covered her chest,
carrying all her false passions and pretentious radioactive presets
The peace deal Reality made with her just couldn’t cut the sleaze loose
X ray vision deem her inadequate of hiding what’s under her sleeves
But her eyes won’t give a truce
There was a girl with a droopy nose, covering her lips like a flamingo
Her white K-Swiss looking misfits smuggled themselves out the double doors of train wreckage
Onto the street, she’s making the bed wet with tears of momma’s opening
She came from heat, the dog’s natural instinct, “love-child”. Love, child. To child, with love.