Dead Meat

Out of ideas for improvement, 


She turned to self-destruction, 


She poured her dinner down the drain,


Calling it a plan for reduction

She ran four times around the block,


Swallowed capsules thick and red,


She thought of having lunch


But chewed some candle wax instead



She gazed into the mirror


And painted up her skin


Threw on her shortest mini skirt,


And said, "Let the games begin."

(I wrote this when I was 16. Woohoo teenage angst!)