Hans Christian Anderson tourniquet

Wearing red dancing shoes of life
that go until the stop-watch clicks off
and nothing is left but two bloody stumbles
of ankles and toes.

Kinda makes you realize --
I should get out more
( and do something. )

Better be that,
then that ugly plasitc ballerina
that does fouette en tourant
spins in a jewelry box
with a painted smile.