My boyfriend Howard
left me, the coward,
to go back to his wife
and his boring life
with no cheese
how I tried to please

and now I am hurting
my eyes are squirting
tears from this pain
I can't go through it again
I think I've lost the best
so yes, it's time to zest

the side of my head
and then go to bed
make myself feel good
by removing skin like old wood
the blood it will flow
and to the ER I will go

the chickens will wait
as I stroll through the gate
of the local asylum
where the attendants will pile 'em
all the self-cuts and slashes
burn holes and gashes

but I will prevail over all
because I suck up attention like a mall
full of goths and freaks
so don't try to speak
while I zest my skin
after all, I always win

for I am the queen
of the mutilating scene

*zest zest*

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