nails

the wheels on the bus
they go around
and im spinning
like a spider making her web

you ask for greatness
and you get nothing
not a dime
not a flick of the fingernail, nothing

so why do it, kid?
why make believe
why not stand on both feet and make it complete
riddles rhyme romantically within royalty

paint the nails
before you crucify me
bright yellow and orange
turquoise and maroon

seal my fate
all the dreams
one more chance
is wayyyy too late

FIN

-Gg