The Water Jet Cilice

I knew this one girl

Drowned in her own curls

Candy colored swirls

That never seemed to end

I could not comprehend

Half what she said to me

So casually

All our tender ears would bend

Tales of ritual self-torture

She's making you abort your

Most carefully laid plans

To make a final stand

The rest threw up their hands

Scoreless victory for serendipity

Tales of ritual sef-torture

She's making you abort your

Most carefully laid plans

TO make a final stand

The rest threw up their hands

In scoreless victory for serendipity