non-existent

always fluttering around in the clouds like a ballerina.

You're not one of them pretty people.  You need a god with housemaid knees so when

your mind's flopping in the gutter, he can bend real quick and snap it up.

A god with dirt under the fingernails so he can dig his hands into the cracked

flowerpot of yours.

A god with sunglasses so he can see you the way you need to be seen.