This is yet another surname
with an expiration date
Another useless batch
of address labels
another trip to probate court
returning again to autonomy
I wish I could joke around
like normal people
I wish those closest to me
wouldn't cringe
They make demands of me
and I bust my ass
spending a fortune
on drugs and therapy
to work toward self improvement
I wonder how many of them
work this hard
to gain another's love
The path to the Goddess
is supposed to be found
in how we relate to one another
Why is it then
that I always end up on the couch?
fifteen minutes later
after his cialis has kicked in
he calls for me
"You might as well come on in here
everybody knows
the spooky chicks
give the best head."
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