if you abuse anything
it will not last as long

a car
a friendship
a dog
a marriage
a bottle of bourbon
your audience

all gone
into your bottomless trash can

i treat my life like a fetish item

fully aware the value is peaking

and that people assume everything a woman writes is a god damned confession
a dirty secret whispered
over an even dirtier martini

oopsie tastes like pussy

well, sit back and enjoy the pyrotechnics, folks

i’m staring down the barrell
of who gives a fuck now i’m 40

so let’s set fire to this fucking place

stand back laughing and
watch it blow