Every clotted child knows it’s bad—
Frosty the Snowman
Just another perv uncle,
Worse, the dancing ones,
Colonel Snap-tooth
Down from his plinth.
Even the good ones,
Helen Keller
Following you home
On granite legs
Will scare the shit
Out of you, stunt
Your growth
Which is why
I’m short, Madame Blavatsky
So fucking short.
Planet of the Blind 