Crack me - I am your egg

To mash and to mould and to have and to hold

Chop me or boil me, bake me or fry me

Just promise you’ll try me

You can throw me in anger and watch me go splat

On the suit of some labour or some tory twat

With me you’ll have fun hun, don’t kiss me and run hun

Dip into my yolk and just see how I run….

Cos I’m such a good lay, every whim I’ll obey

You can whip me or beat me

Don’t care how you treat me

You can split me in two, take the parts that’s for you

You can fracture and maim, call the tunes, name the game

You can scramble my brain, with the pain of disdain

A lady, an angel, a nun I am not.

So eat me up fresh but don’t leave me to rot…

And I’m hard on the out but I’m soft on the in

Don’t press me too hard cos my shell’s rather thin

Do I sense some reluctance? Do I feel you holding back?

Too much yolk in this heart? Or the beauty I lack?

Was the hunt just more fun than the egg that you won?

Stick a pin in my head, blow my brains out instead

A paper thin skin and no substance within

I’ll be your trophy, the notch on your belt

I’ll be the love lost, the love never felt

And I will fit in the palm of your hand

To crack or to crush, hon - I’m at your command…

Crack me, I am your egg…