I give my body up
To anyone that asks,
Just to have 30 minutes
Of artificial love unmasked

But when it’s all done,
It’s over too soon,
My face plunges my hands,
Tears turn my fingers to prunes

Like buzzing bees in a hive
They can’t seem to sit still,
On the edge of the loveseat paralyzed
With a defiled heart shaped box to fill

I’ve sampled it all
I’ve tried different styles,
I even bought new makeup
I toned and ran extra miles,
I bought myself new clothes
Hung the old with a noose,
Even with pained effort
They forever call me “loose”

So I starve, I suffer,
I pull food from my stomach,
I beg johns to stay but they leave,
After paying the hotel check

With nothing left I stare
Out into the dangerous distance,
With ripped, lace underwear
That to him, didn’t make a difference

Tomorrow I will try again
To make myself a debutante,
Easy gaunt bodies, and shiny hair,
Isn’t that what all guys want?