I stopped going to McDonalds
Because I stopped being
The hottest person at the McDonalds
Pop in like visiting an auntie.
and you’re doing them a favour
Just by telling them about your life.
Now when someone sees me there
They think, yeah. That’s about right,
you look like someone
who comes here fairly often.
Look at this picture of Fried Chicken but it’s really Golden Retriever Puppies.
The name of the man
She’d never lose,
a trace on her forearm
as a tat removed.
Karma punished trust
Second guessed love
We dry humped in the park.