Lines - Mindy Gledhill

Lines, fabricated to flatter

Lines, neatly traced and gathered

Like paper thin sewing patterns

Pinned and in their places

Words, blend them into a batter

Words, on a fanciful platter

Served by the maddest of hatters

While we fake our faces

But it doesn’t matter now

It doesn’t matter now

It’s all just poison in disguise

Teacups full of candy-coated

Poison in disguise

Teacups full of candy-coated lines

Shapes, oh society loves their shapes

Cookie cutter lives all half baked

Manufactured and sent through

Quality inspection

Two, or maybe three, or four times the fun

Could be had if we’d only come

To the table to feast with

All our imperfections

But it doesn’t matter now

It doesn’t matter now

It’s all just poison in disguise

Teacups full of candy-coated

Poison in disguise

Teacups full of candy-coated lines

Everybody fill your cups

Pinkies out and bottoms up

Fake a smile and drink it down

Poison in disguise

Teacups full of candy-coated

Poison in disguise

Teacups full of candy coated lines

Poison in disguise

Teacups full of candy-coated

Poison in disguise

Teacups full of candy coated lines

Don’t you give me no, don’t you give me no

Don’t you give me no lines!

Don’t you give me no, don’t you give me no

Don’t you give me no lines!