And now,time for 'poetry',people!
The moons are talking to me tonight.
I've to listen to them
before the suns arrive.
The suns are bossy and they turn me off.
I'll pack my bags and leave.
The empty bottle(s) will make a clinking sound to keep me company.
I'll reach before you can say 'blah'.
I've my own work to do.
Don't call me until the curtains turn crimson.
I bleed every month.
On a particular week.
That's one of God's mysteries.
My mother gave me a white tampon to cover up the shame with.
I'll get rid of it soon.
And be proud of my blood.
It'll drop down my legs-
down,down and swoop!
No,you'll never be the one sucking it up
because I'm in love with myself.
I'll take a walk and finish my drink.
Feel free to miss me.
I'm cool either way.
"Life is pointless and it's fun living that way",
only if you knew.