Pretty little pillows on floral couches
Runs a red and ends up
We've got to break it before it breaks us
Dogs on leashes behind fences barking
Stop trying to fix it
Until our faces all resemble dying roses
Organize our lives and lose the key
"Are we all brides to be?"
"Are we all designed to be confined?"
Fear of comparison shopping
When instead we should break it
Our faces all resemble dying roses
Patriarch on a Vespa
From trying to fix it, trying to fix it, trying to fix it
Buy ourselves chastity belts and lock them
Fear of pretty houses and their porches
Fear of biological wrist watches