Let the games begin:
choose your weapon now.
A ton of building bricks,
a fistful of silvery moon dust or
should we play pick-up-sticks?
Slap me with a silk hanky or
tie me down with chunky chains.
Do you apply brute force or
whisper in my ears sweet
persuasive words
and then I adhere?
Choose your weapon now.
Break me in so that
I too may have
a choice in which cruel way
I could use my sword.
Accusing finger!
I cringe in shame, my
broken hands raised in defeat.
I crown you victorious –
King of Misery Town!
