My alter ego - Vani, Seems to have the same problem I do.
She's been in hospital recovering from Gin poisoning.
She's got politicians
taking refuge under her bed.
The lice in Donald's hair
have demanded tonic for breakfast
but it's 3 in the morning.
Bernie is under there too begging for free ketamine.
Every time Vani calls the nurse
to tell them what's going on,
they say that no one's under her bed.
I think that they're in on it.
They think that I'm crazy because I used to crush
lightning bugs into my face.
I thought
I would glow in the dark.
It never worked of course,
although now, my liver has given me
a nice glowing cast.
An almost Miami tan. (If Miami tans turned your fingernails yellow).
One night
Vani punched me, and called
the cops - She went to jail for
Like, five days.
Felt like an eternity.
Then she fucked my boyfriend
until she was raw.
woke up as a stranger;
self centred and
self absorbed.
I've been drinking less
to keep from having seizures.
She couldn't care.
Brings home slabs,
and hands me beers.
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