Perfect Wax Figures Poem by Marijke McKinney

I’ve been a fool for too long
With perfect wax figures
Of delicate hands holding flowers
Waiting for reality to take over

What a sad pleasure it is
To watch the innocent girl
And the uptight working mother
With their perfect wax figures
Melting down their world

I don’t want to see what’s in front of me
I’m afraid to think about anything else
I’ll think myself to insanity
So come on, bring the fool to me

With perfect wax figures
Of delicate hands holding flowers
Waiting for reality to take over