oh, you woman with the measly tattoo! why do all the pretty girls laugh at you? could it be the great scar underneath your chin? do you pry apart the little boys before you let them in? oh, you are the woman who made me a silver cake. you were the one i tried to keep away from that boyfake. where did your wooden cane go? is it broken and some other is now leaning on it? maybe you wish it and you can't take care of all this on your own. i can. i can. i can. i have burned many a broken cane. do you understand the metaphor i present tonight, oh dear wretched woman?