LITTLE PLASTIC CASTLE
- in a coffee shop in a city
- which is every coffe shop in every cit
- on a day which is every day
- i picked up a magazine
- which is every magazine
- read a story, and then forgot it right away
- they say goldfish have no memory
- i guess their lives are much like mine
- and the little plastic castle
- is a surprise every time
- and it's hard to say if they're happy
- but they don't seem much to mind
- from the shape of your shaved heard
- i recognize your silhouette
- as you walked out of the sun and sat down
- and the sight of your sleepy smile
- eclipsed all the other people
- as they paused to sneer at the two girls
- from out of town
- i said, look at you this morning
- you, by far, the cutest
- but be careful getting coffee
- i think these people wanna shoot us
- or maybe there's some kinda local competition here
- to see who can be the rudest
- people talk
- about my image
- like i come in two dimensions
- like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind
- like what i happen to be wearing
- the day that somene takes a picture
- is my new statement for all of womakind
- i wish they could see us now
- in leather bras and rubber shorts
- like some ridiculous new team uniform
- for some ridiculous new sport
- quick, someone call the girl police
- and file a report
- in a coffee shop in a city
- which is every coffee shop in every city
- on a day which is every day