When I was a kid I looked at the stars
The thought that struck me was whom were they for?
The moon seemed to me like a jar
To keep dead bunnies for biology hour
Far far away is where the stories are
Once upon a time was when everything was fine
The sisters fought over what was mine
The mirror was where I was not myself
The drawers were where the bums were kept.
Cabbages and brinjals would rot in my mouth
Mathematics was a crazy world of doubt
The teachers were like butterflies and moths
They were pretty sometimes and sometimes not.