The Tinkerbelle Effect Poem by Rachel Gilbert

To the happiest place on earth
Where someone accidentally hit her…
Where someone hit her with a churro
Trampled by the crowds
Right in front of the quarterly parade
Tinkerbelle
Is dead

As long as one believes
As long as one single
Mind one single heart one

Tinkerbelle has an inkling when you're bad
When pixies drink too much, when gnomes are rude
The fairies know and it makes them boiling mad
They'll shake white pepper down your chimney flue
Instead of fairy dust
To make sure Santa will not visit you -
He'll be sneezing so hard, he'll have to leave

For in her tiny body
She’ll die for you
See Peter!
He already has forgotten her
In everlasting childhood
Real death and tears do
Spoil the fun the sweetness
Of the Darling’s home
Will not be soiled by gratitude
For self-evident affection
Of the modern peter pan
Who was actually not looking for that boy’s shadow
Who brought never land to Hollywood
And found a way to keep him feeling young

You will be lost
Without her magic wand
Without her pixie dust
You cannot fly
Without her loyalty
It will be you who dies

Do not anger the fairies, they are strong,
Their justice is a deadly code;
Written for those who can't tell right from wrong
But Tinkerbelle is dead
She’s been squished by the hands
Of the clapping children
Who once kept her alive
Who grew up and grew old
Bigger, and cleaner and clumsy
We believe she’s dead
We believe
Believe
Tinkerbelle is
If all is quiet you can hear her
Catch her breath her body
Ready to erupt and shake the world
With her brazen ballsy beautiful laugh