Bozo
Twenties hit you like a b*tch from highschool,
Pokemon tattoo,
"Woke" but can't @ you.
You've got a long list of problems,
Wish you could block them,
With tchotchkes and grovelling.
"Sorry...So sorry..."
With that manipulation,
You flirt with the nation,
If they offer to pay you 5k.
Does that make the pain go away?
Flipping the finger,
Whilst the other is ringless,
So reality stings less,
With the coldsores and blisters.
Asking for the compliments?
Handing out your monthly rent,
Belonging in a circus tent,
Longing for the circumvent of emotions,
Or maybe magic potions,
And the seasons keep on rolling,
If you're an empath, I'm holy.
"Guided by the powers" that be trolling.
If you read it in a book, I doubt you know it. 🤷♀️✨️
Just because you beg well,
Everyone's on eggshells,
Tired of going through hell - low on insights to sell.
The "besties" would snuff you like a flame,
Locked in gossip games and shifting blame.
Rebrand, but no change,
Christina's still your name.
