The daisies are so lovely, honey, thanks.
It’s almost like they’d never wilt or die.
Petals white and without taint of beige stain,
Curling, twirling out from golden centre.
Both trimmed and pruned to sweet, perfect bouquet.
Wait! What’s here below the gorgeous flowers?
Yet smaller yellow blooms, weak and deathly
Brown crawling in from petal tip to stem,
Sun taken from them by flowers above.
Casting them in shadow, they’re drained of life
These blooms are viler than any other
I have witnessed in my entire life time
And these daisies are fake, plastic and dead
Manufactured beauty, painted yellow
Take away these awful plants from my sight!
I don’t need your affections Tom, you see?
We live a happy life, my Tom, sweetie;
A child, a home and life, rich and lavish.
If I desired more, I would leave you
I would! I’d go without a second thought.
For he is where my passion lies, his eyes.
But you are a comforting strength, which I
Know in my heart will always persevere.
You’re my hulking rock, on which I stand
He is the dream I used to have, those nights
When I would toss and turn in summer heat.
With all his filthy wealth, silk shirts, bow ties
Glamorous, beautiful parties of gold
With all that the wonderful world can give
How can I not love a life of such ease?
A life now faded, but you still here stay.
My man, my beautiful, powerful man
How dare you call me shallow Tom? You brute!
You do not understand my life at all.
You don’t see the entire world as I see it.
The world that’s all I am, of silk and gold.
Of hollow eggshell men and girls of glass,
Beautiful stained glass girls, empty husks.
Beautiful fool, you pig, beautiful fool
That’s all I am, that’s all you make of me!
You made me, Tom! You made this girl from me!
You built the kings play thing, the golden girl
You gave me plastic daisies Tom! You see?