Oh my God calm down
no need to make a scene,
your hair is crazy
and the wailing is obscene.

Buck up buttercup
we ain’t got time for that,
dry off those cheeks
and re-adjust your penis hat.

tick tock tick tock
you drag on and on,
leaking cheap mascara
after my buzz is long gone.

Get a grip Rachel
being alone is not so bad,
at least you’re not marrying
a cokehead older than your dad.

© Nancy Botta, 2018