The Gingerbread Femme

 

Once upon a a time

there was a Gingerbread Femme

she thought her thoughts were sweet

but her mind was made of spam

She thought she was really special

A tropical delight

But she was just another snack

Just another bite

 

One day one day

she thought she could fly

but she was like a chicken

Her wings can only fry

 

She fell from the table

and started to cry

as the rats on the floor

were eating her eye

 

The vermins were almost done

they left the heart for the end

her smile was crumbs

and her tears were red

 

Dirt on the rug

a chocolate stain

was it murder or suicide

when she fell off the plate

 

Gingerbread Femme Gingerbread Femme

you were never fatale

just a scared little girl

who played the adult

 

You were really special

in the hands of the man

who gave you your colors

with the blood of his heart

 

He gave you life

you gave him his dreams

but nothing in life

is what it seems

 

Gingerbread Femme Gingerbread Femme

stay on your shelf

stop being a drama queen

by cracking yourself