Is cartoon magic And high on my list of love It sits there collecting dust Small child scribbles turning Into tomorrow's quibbles with That great looming egg Yes, a mother But I've had none So say I'm clear Say I'm not a monster But soft savior Piling things around Me, in squares, and Suspensions. I'm collecting a better Perspective, and living My own bleak hell Bedecked in flowers And long legged lies Hopefully, I'll choke dead On a mouthfull of Bloody rubies And vinegar.