It’s all in your head.

They say.

But.

Where else?

Would I keep my brain.

You don’t need makeup.

No?

Too bad.

I want it anyway.

You can do it!

Did I not?

Just tell you.

I can’t.

Smile.

Sure I absolutely,

Definitely.

Owe you,

The view of my teeth.

Straighten your crown,

They say.

Bit difficult.

When you’re a socialist.

It’s a shame.

Really.

Because I would love,

To make my prison,

My Palace.