I want the white picket fence
where the whites picket,
fending for their right to pick a defence
against injustice, ladies and gents
I want them to feel such pain
yes I said it ladies and gents.
With no recompense
I want them to struggle
Like that of a muggle among wizards in a waverly place
To entice their tight lips and narrow hips
To sing songs and birth kids
To perfect their demeanour and rehearse it
So they can fit in with the rest of the kids.
That’s what I want. Sometimes.