Thumbelina Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

Too much of the day is a show of hands
Inside the gingerbread house. Even then,
Too much of the fairy tale was real estate.
Far too much should be walked through fire
And not so much taken for granted,
Even more is just red tape burning under
The whale. Much too little is a bet
On the Queen forever red-rushing forward.
Too much of the optical life is screens
And not enough the politics of wooden lies.
Far too much baggage is stones carried on thin ice
When fishing with the wolf. Too much of Theseus
Is Thumbelina, too much of glass is sand,
There are not enough myths and yet you're just a kid.