Call me bitter
I can’t be a sister
Even lost my mister
I feel like a monster
On such a small blister
I’m I really the starter?
This I’ll have to ask Peter
Oh why did I start this roller coaster..?
Monday I asked for a lift
You were driving to South Rift
Tuesday we climbed the Clift
Then things happened so swift
Whirl winds caused a sudden drift
By Thursday you had reached the north rift.
Friday I met Conslate
We had a dinner date
I cleared the plate in haste
I couldn’t hide my hurt and hate
I knew I couldn’t dare date
This medicine I didn’t want to re-taste
But that Saturday I went for a date.
I thought I had a sure catch
In red ready for church
I carried my cream clutch
Later we headed to the beach
Instantly I felt my butt itch
I knew well not to scratch
Lest I hurt my healing patch
But my heart felt a piercing pinch
Evidently I had lost my 2-minute new-catch
I felt like a bitch
Having lost to a snitch
It was too soon to get back to this nitch.
Then I saw you on Sunday
You were preparing hey
I thought of saying Hi
But realized I couldn’t look you in the eye
Right then I knew I had to be high
I took wine at midday
I poured the medicine that day.
Oh I can’t take this medicine
Drive away your limousine
I’ll spit your medicine in a litter bin
I’ll tread the rough terrain
As I wipe my eyes clean
Before taking the train
Down to the marine.
I’ll cry in the waters
Six days my scars will heal
Then I’ll take my scarf
Put on my tyre sandals
Ready to face life from a different angle
I’ll finally be free from scandals
I won’t need any med syrups nor capsules.
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