It is a truth universally acknowledged

That a single man in possession of a good fortune

Must be in want of a dumb     bitch     bride

Jane Austen sort of wrote that

And then I wrote it down

I’m the queen of writing dumb things down

And the king of not deleting them

These are the riches of my noble lands

The Kingdom of Dumbitchwriteria

Adjacent to: Genovia AND

Duloc

And all the fictional movie kingdoms

Which make up the dull impermanence of my mind
People are always talking about man’s hubris

When they could be talking about man’s pubis

It’s like… here lies me, Ozymandius, in my bubble bath of sand

Spitting on all who pass me and shitting beneath the sand

Split my swan neck watch the dumb bitch juice flow

I mean the creative     juices

I mean the red     wine     and     coke     zero

I mean the dumb bitch juices
I’ve got dumb-bitch-itis

My organs slick, sick with talent and insight

Like a stupid chicken stuffed inside a stupid duck stuffed in a stupid turkey

I have so many layers I’m like an onion

I have so many layers I am an onion

But I also have a fructose allergy

Get me away from me!
I have nothing special about me

I don’t even have my wits

Each morning I wake up and it’s a little later in the day of my life

I’m roaring towards something

I’m snoring like a freight train towards a distant station

Where cheap cigarette girls sell

Petit packets of petit mort
Faster than a lil Lana Del Rey of light

Between Madonna’s     thighs

Out out     brief     candle

Life is just a tear-jerk     shadow

Life is just a knee-jerk     shallow

Life is just a circle     jerk     meadow
& I’m lying here so daintily

Thinking: my god life is so flimsy like the first dinosaur-bird

Let me die out too young and so pretty     yet such a bore