poor little rich girl - 29.12.19
i pierce right through my veil of deaf,
abandoning the thought of theft,
as i pour myself another drink of booze.
intoxicated ears bleed out,
and i am certain now without a doubt
that the real me is nothing but a pawn.
when you're out of moves to make, you make
yourself look like a complete fake.
it's unpleasant.
the poor little rich girl is out of town;
a nineteen sixty-five ol' frown
seduces every man.
but sometimes i'm a homosexual
and a transvestite; that's contextual.
my lineage is dead.
i took my dog out for a walk,
forgetting that he cannot talk,
and that well, i don't even own a dog.