This freshwater, blue pearl bracelet Feels more like handcuffs- This lilac satin thong Is more like a chastity belt- The cell phone in my Versachie bag Is just a tracking device- The king sized, pillow top bed Is just the checkbook I pay my bills with- Your four bedroom house with pool Is a luxury jail cell- These volumes of poems I've written Is a reminder of who's life I'm really living- The glasses, the wine All means for the poison- There's no value to any of it~ I rip the handcuffs from my wrist Crashing them against the wall, making sure to break them- From beneath this black skirt I unlock my chastitybelt- I turn off the tracking device Inside the microwave- I cancle my checking account My debt is paid- I unlock the cell gate- Burn my poetry, Take one final drink and die.Birth sign: Gemini
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