Click the kitty!
Margaret Atwood
Sarah Henderson Hay
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see the beached skulls
the song nobody knows
because anyone who has heard it
is dead, and the others can't remember.
Shall I tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?
I don't enjoy it here
squatting on this island
looking picturesque and mythical
with these two feathery maniacs,
I don't enjoy singing
with this trio, fatal and valuable.
I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer.
This song
is a cry for help: help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique.
at last. Alas,
it is a boring song
but it works every time
A music box hid in a walnut shell,
Nine golden apples on a silver bough,
A mirror that can speak, and cast a spell.
I'll send them east of the moon, and west of the sun
For a wishing ring made of a dragon's claw
And they will fail, just as the rest have done
And I can stay at home, with dear Papa.
Oh sometimes in my silken bed I wake
All of a shiver, my hair on end
Because again the terrible dream occured:
What if one of these suitors should come back
with the impossible trophy in his hand,
and I should have to keep my foolish word!
Langston Hughes
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load
Or does it explode?
but you gave her up
cause dependency might interrupt
Idealistic will so hard to please
Put your indecisive mind at ease
You broke the set
Now there's only singles
There's no looking back
This time I mean it"
"No more leaning on your shoulder
I won't be there, no more bother
If you feel you just might want me
That's too bad, I'm not that easy"
~Happy Now,
No Doubt