I’ll just put it out there,
for all to abuse.
Once there’s some promise,
Shh’ll kick em off in twos.
Relieve your heart,
through splendid misfortune.
She’ll drown herself in idiotic self sabotage,
in the last 5 pounds, eat three two seven portions.
Destroy your brain,
with a jug of fine.
She starts a day with a list,
only to put down a bottle of jack before nine.
So enjoy the freedom of not seeing the end,
you can fuck up, continue on.
She knows she’s been given a lot,
but refuses to accept the healthiness of being a yawn.