Cut, Cut, Cut

Cut, cut, cut.

Who shall I cut for today?

For you, ex-boyfriend?

For you I may.

What about you, dearest dad?

For you never bothered to care.

For you, I have been driven mad.

How about you, judgemental society?

For you have always screwed up royaly.

For you reject variety.

And I couldn't forget about you, ugly face in the mirror.

For you are more deserving than anyone else.

For you can't even get your life in gear.

Don't worry, there is room for you all.

 

July 6, 2011