yeah, it's me and rapunzel she just joined a neat new cult, and cinderalla's in my bedroom crying cause gretal ran off with snow white, but cheer up old girl, we're all sleeping with hansel. hey, you know i heard sleeping beauty woke up, the anti-christ's kisses must be real sweet. yeah, its me and rapunzel. her father showed up in quite a tasteless dress and aren't those peter psn's tights? i've stoof there before... take my hand. we'll run away to russia, to greece, to china up the beanstalk in my back yard following that rabbit in pink tap shoes. yeah, it's me and rapunzel, and alice just went down on christ and ophelia just went upstairs with judas. so i once killed a bird, does that mean i can't ever wear shoes? that's what aristotle told me. he said solomen does his crosswords with a pen, and lucifer ran off with marc antony, but i saw him slip out with romeo. yeah, its me and rapunzel. well. cleo's doing just fine, but juliet just swallowed 35 sleeping pills. i guess she's not sleeping well either.
Reason for writing:
a girl's delusional outlook on tradition...her madness is viewed as not her fault but the fault of the fairytales and well known identities in the poem...
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