Sylvia didn\'t have a clue about people
She told herself awhile the whole world
Was Wrong
Truth is, was she
Did not belong.
Of course there is something about being apparently human
Which compelled her
To Try
She tried with kindness, but learned
That humans are not kind.
She made inhumane noises
Painting pictures
Woe is me!
Vomiting too much information
For anyone who would look
To see.
She emptied her guts
All over their clean floor
Spewing and spitting
Until her insides
Were no more.
Sylvia didn\'t have a clue about people
But now her soul is inside out
Mopped up
Messed up
Put out.