ODE TO AN AGING ****: THE SONG OF CASKUR
A meditation of The ****™
(Best chanted by a chorus of black-hooded monks so as to echo through the stone arches of the Holy Whoritorium)
you're miserable and predictable
a broken Barbie doll
well worn dress and dyed blonde hair.
waiting for the next man's abuse.
O pride, wounded pride
you used to be pretty
Before you became old and disposable.
Men used to stare and smile
You could trap them for a while, a year or two
But you could only hide the **** for so long
O pride, O vanity, both faded now
Reality hath arrived
You're too old for the game
The men have new toys
Nobody pays to keep a broken doll around the house
You have failed at life.
You **** ****.