This man of mine,
tied my tongue to his shoelaces,
he walked miles and miles –
without looking down at me,
my head at his feet.

This man of mine,
washed his dirty sheets,
my body tangled in between –
tumbling round and round,
my foot in my mouth.

Man of Jell-O,
you are simple to make,
easy to eat.

Man of Jell-O,
although cool to the touch,
You
Burn
Me.