The Beautiful People

Make me a hero again,
Adorn me with capes and medals and then,
send me off to a diffrent land,
where people will need me once again.

Create me anew, and make me clay,
where i can bake in the sun and lay,
turn back again to oragange tan,
create to where i began.

Form me first, to a mother new,
Take my sleep for a baby in blue,
and enlarge my breast,
to sheild my heart,
to have it take with child's stride in parts.

And transform me then,
to something diffrent and,
take me from my huamn form.
Dress me up, and dress me down,
and take me and my forlorn.

Poke at my sides,
as i pretend to die,
and get it all down in writing.
Film it,
document it.
capture it in pictures.
put it on a magazine, all for the readers.

Just please don't let me be human.
Don't let me be human.
And never let me be happy.