My body is covered in buttons,
not the ones with holes that hold up your clothes,
but the ones you push.
They freckle my skin,
intricate design,
stuck to the body,
I tend to call mine.
Go ahead and try,
push them and see,
see what they do to me.
This one to smile,
this one to frown,
this one to jump,
up and down.
This one is fun,
that one's just dumb.
This,
I don't know,
you can try it, though,
but be careful of this one,
the one just below,
my forehead.
Above my nose,
between my eyes,
you press it
and three,
two,
one,
Welcome to your demise.