Their Majesty the Queen

I am a hard rock,

with all my boo-hooing and confessing—
especially with my gaudy socks.

Might need shoe tacks,
diamonds in the soles of my morning.
I’m a hard rock

because I never wear a jock strap,
because I want to keep everybody guessing.
My gaudy socks

take people’s mind off the clock—
they enjoy me messing
up my own face with a bag of rocks.

Then they throw me in the truck
and drive me to Shanghai, where I keep impressing
them with my gaudy socks.

What the fuck,
I say—has my common-sense gone missing?
I’m a hard rock,
flaunting my gaudy socks!