(#21) Spoilt Girl, Ab Extra Speculatio

How do you live
With a face of plastic-
Rubber cloth appendages and heart,
Oh heart

It is almost inexistent
You keep it for yourself.
A pearl, an oyster
Nobody wants to pry you open either.

You have everything in the world, woman.
You do not feel the rain when it pours
You close your eyes to down, feathery pillows,
Artificial winds blow, you princess

Cow, you do not toil,
Bred for meat and marble.
You have not seen cruel pain,
The only thing you worry about

Is your own life-
And this world offers so much more.
Not a bed of roses,
We pick them by the thorns nonetheless.

Whine, whimper, cower, cry-
You, sixteen growing seven.
Open your eyes and stop
Collecting your tears in vials

For remembrance,
You sullen spoilt girl.
You useless soul, get up and work.
Trust fund baby, you have everything

Yet nothing real, child. All fool's gold,
You have yet to taste the world's poison
And shiver as it overwhelms your senses.
Banish the rainbows from your room ceiling.

Use your brain, not your tears.
Use your hand, not your eyes.
Use your ears, not your mouth.
Use your heart, not your demands.

Try, pray, try for goodness sake
To understand the world
Whilst you still are fed richly
Without a penny to worry about nor account.

Before the day you draw your own water
From the common well,
Learn to feel pain for the people you choke
Rather than your little discomfort from the

Pea under your mattress.