I Am A Broken Rag Doll

Thou hast no love for me, no more

For I am a modern hot mess!

I throw shade at the wind

That doesn't receive me

Shall I sit in the shame

Of being a ratchet poet?

Behold the pride and ego

Of an urgent mouse

Oh mouse, mouse, go away!

You cannot eat

The broken pieces

Of my existence,

Thou hast a furry mind!