You look like hell. You really smell
and your haircut’s bad.
You have several reasons to
believe your life is sad.
Your lover takes 4 batteries
that you can’t afford.
And your right hand went on strike
because it was bored, your hand was bored...
You were voted Most Likely
to Shove the Whole Damn Pie
Into Your Face While Hiding Out
and Sobbing, “Oh God, Why?”
That foreshadowed some but you have sunk to greater lows
with onion breath, and sweater stains,
the cat peed on your bedspread,
your crappy car, your collection of DVDs,
here in your apartment.