You snuck into Ma’s bedroom / to grab some lipstick for your preschool lips / when you found her dildo poking its head / out of the top drawer like a prairie dog / But you would have never called Ma a dog as you clutched the shaft / Curiosity I suppose for the black phallic laying bare /

Before the enchantment of your eyes / you picked up your wand and yelled Abracadabra / to my head poking in / I slapped the rubber away / yet I couldn’t clean your hand from rubbed-on spells never told