He told me:
“You should really smile more.”
So I grinned as wide as a Baracuda.

He said:
“You are so much more attractive when you smile”
so I showed him my fangs before sinking them
into the supple, tantalizing flesh
of his ego like a shipwreck.

It's hard to write a poem
when you've got Benzo-Brain.
But I mustn't worry;
the amphetamine shall kick
my brain in soon.

**** shaming women
is a form of ****** harassment.

“Do you ever think about dying?”

“All the time, Barbie.
and I think I’m starting
to get bad again.”

I’d write a Haiku
but I’ve got too much to say
(it’s irony, kid).

To be a women is to choose between
being a thot or having thoughts.

I don’t know if it’s possible
to be delicate when the serpents
survive solely on insecurities &
intrusive thoughts.

“I’ve spent nights crying for you.”

“I’ve spent nights crying BECAUSE of you.”

I’m confident that if all the King’s Men
were women, Humpty Dumpty
would have survived.

Call me hysterical all you want.

Some of the greatest artists were
[are] hysterical women.