Disposed to Femininity

You are part of a trinity
Disposed to femininity
In some ways disposed to insanity
Defying logic in sanity
Cold as the rain above
A superseding love
Like a hand in glove
A superficial love

Inside the plastic case
Outlined in barcode
Your voice compressed and equalized
A superficial love
I'll never see your face
Behind compact and complex
In the music magazine
You ear industry

And I thought that I could see through
But there was nothing to look in to
You are on the television, television, television
You assist in my decision, my decision, my decision

I read the books that you suggested
At first I thought that it was insensitive
An exercise, some exercise in creative writing
I thought the content was sickly exciting

And I thought that I could see through
But there was nothing to look in to
You are on the television, television, television
You assist in my decision, my decision, my decision