Your “Big Toe” gets so big,
it blocks your door you can’t get in.
Into your house of sweet memories,
of all your thoughts you had about me.
You don’t know why you feel so sad inside,
so you hide behind a bigger lie,
until it takes over your entire life.
Who cares what the neighbors think,
are they keeping your Big Toe alive?
Only you can, for you deny,
why you Big Toe makes you cry.
Big Toe gets bigger and bigger; you can’t get outside
Outside in where the sun shines, now you are stuck inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
then you finally truly get stuck.
Stuck in the door with a Big Toe so sore,
Someone give you a helping hand—
maybe now you understand…
how one lie gets so Big…
big like your Big Toe that starts to grow,
Big like Pinocchio’s very Long nose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem