Still locked in the playpen
I pick up my coloring pen
I’ve promised to make no noise
So I draw my two cuddly toys
It’s Ugly Joy and Pretty Misery - again
They want to ride on a train
No! No destination causes pain
You are being a bad mother again
Shut up or I’ll lock you back in my brain
So to my children I give in
Before they crawl under my skin
Their birth I don’t remember
They must have given birth to me
The three holding hands
On a platform we land
We’re standing in front of the rails
Joy and Misery are biting their nails
Feeling like an abstract lump
The thought hits me with a thump
'If I see a mouse, I'll jump'
