blogging for a flogging

light my hair
with
thunderbolts and set my tongue
afire

whip me into submission
bend me to your rules and lies,
make me into a blow-up doll
then
that just might contain
the foul stale air
of your unsavory scent trail,
knock me out with your idea
of a perfect human being but remember if you
steal away the bride of Frankenstein
and let the townspeople run amuck, stark
raving mad, you'll be the one hugging
yourself in your very own straight jacket
when the asylum doors are opened

you'll never
shape me into the perfect
image of you
all you'll ever have is a little dog
nipping at your heels
and pissing all over your favourite
things
just so you know:
the real me will still say:
"fuck you
and your little dog too."