The Game of the Golden Bricks

[Louise]

Pretenders roll the dice in my twisted game

Snake eyes, couldn’t be better than, say--

It’s your turn to make a move

Oh my lovely, won’t you play?

It’s simple enough, darling

Just come oh, flawed and free

And all direct, no luck or chance

You can be broken and blemished like me

I’m iced in faux pas and laced in judgement

While the world is boozed up by lies

And the truth isn’t defined as such

So it’s all left behind

Society loves the normal

Society craves the dull

And if you are otherwise

You’ll simply be be culled

So sweetie, just run the bones

Save yourself from pain

Of uniqueness and idiosyncrasy

Come play my little game