In our souls is a little man,
with a little calculator,
and little plans.
We wear shark skin smiles in perfect daylight,
stand on shiny stars while we drink the moon.
We listen to snow fall in our round, glass globes,
swallow luminescent fireflies on summer nights.
We hang from nooses,
in our striped ties.
We tightrope walk,
in our high heels.
We do the Macarena at weddings.
Spread sunburns over our bodies.
We worship a multitude of Gods.
Share our saliva on ratty couches.
Come be human with me,
and we can be kind.
Come sit in the sun with me,
and we can unwind.
In our hearts is a little girl,
with a little plastic doll,
wearing little pearls.