From the world of (too clean) messes

[Ramona]

Don’t.
Handing me your plastic smiles,
Don’t you have the decency to at least put them on a silver platter first?
I know you have many to spare.

Won’t.
Showing me your ivory carpet land,
Won’t you at least be polite enough to offer me some caviar?
I know you aren’t lacking it.

Can’t.
Escaping from this immaculate world,
Can’t you tell them you don’t want all these hands to kiss?
I know you want to tell them.

[cry,crayola.]

I LOVE THIS! i like the little titles of each stanzas. i especially like the stanza of cant. and i like plastic smiles. i've never heard that before. i like it a lot.

[Ramona]

Thank you so much.