By Riggs
Date: 21 August 2000
Plastic Princess
Went to the drivethru
got takeaway happiness
in a recycled see-through bag.
With a side order of cyanide
just in case i changed my mind.
She looked like my answer
but she tasted like a lie.
Bitter aftertaste like metallic doubt.
I tried being tough,
I felt like a fool,
strutting and roughing just trying to be cool.
Kissed her fingers
wrapped in steel.
Tantrum throwing brand name chickie.
Designer jeans,
looking slick
got her face in my lap, makes me feel sick.
Tossed away
the see-through bag,
spat out the taste of nothing.
Walked away
told her not to follow
wondered who she'd be fucking tomorrow.
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner