Emily Tries

She sits on her shelf in her cardboard slip and cellophane.
She's looking down on the other toys
And watching all their childish games.

When she's on her best behaviour
She's at war with mother nature.
Hormonal fixes get you nowhere,
But self-control's an issue when you're near her.


What's the matter dear?
Is hardwired dogma crawling up your spine?
Don't come closer dear,
Because you might slip and lose your peace of mind.

Your moral equation is simply outdated
It doesn't do to come out with it in public
Corsets, suspenders and double entendres:
You're working your way through clichés


Put on a dress but it won't touch the ground
Because you've grown so much that the shelf might break
If you don't decide which side to come down
With childlike innocence where Mother's word is writ,
But your friends say you're an innocent, and besides
It's so much fun being seductive.


  Emily tries
  Emily tries
  Emily tries
  But she misunderstands.


She sits on her shelf in her cardboard slip and cellophane.
She borrows dreams from the other toys
Just to convince them she can play.