Soap Opera Agonies Do red swaths line your wrists? Sharper razors slice and dice Bloated African bellies. The darkness that buries you, Is only a little girl's pattycake doll, Glassy-eyed on the shelf. Tears may blur your vision, But cataracts and steel canes Are the eyes of the blind. So against this blacker backdrop, Pin your rosy suicide notes For all the putrid cadavers to envy. Explanation: Teen-angst poems. Ugh.