PreciousBeneath the porcelain exteriorOf your current maskCrouches your realityIts venom meant to sting and paralyzeDrips in silent dropsAnd the sharpened claws Designed to tear deep into their victimsClatter ever so slightly beneath your china fingersEach fingerSo eloquently madePristine nails tap against perfect lipsWhich issue a melodious voice telling exactly what you want to hearI went along with that pastel voiceFor so longButOne day I saw a crack in that perfect porcelainAnd saw beneath the surfaceA glimpse of your hidden interiorI puzzled over this blemishAnd strangely the next day it was no longer there
SchoolGreat minds may think alikeBut here it is not soWe have been reduced toA group of mindless dronesWe sit in little chairsAll lined in perfect rowsOur ears soak up the facts That leak out of our toes