After I had cut off my left nipple And fed it to my poodle. I thought, "I just can't take This anymore?" So I called 911, and told them they "are A bunch of sissy poor servants!". And then I marched down stairs, And demanded that my father Bash my head open in the Den, with a posh marble ash-tray, And at least rape me, Or something, but he was Busy buggering his chess Partner Lord Mallard in The arms room, with the Mace, and gauntlet. I am so lonely. I am so fat. My boyfriend wipes His peter on me As though I'm a Wicker front Door mat. I hate you for not hearing me. I masturbate to Morissey. I wish upon a star and flee; Back to my maid delivered green Tea. Oh, why can't you see? That I'm cutting through the Skin to be, different, like a Tampon with wings, and one Day when I'm sick of blaming You for my mistakes? I'll let You sauce up my noodle and Hack my tube steak into Another reason to hate You even more tomorrow. Perhaps, enough to blow Your dick off with my face.