The bored Housewive's Guide To Poetry

Beautiful words of Virginia and Sylvia

Timeless through all our advances

Another's melancholy is therapy for others

You are no psychologist, ma'am

And sure as Hell are no Wolfe

A keyboard does not make a poet

Fake fingernails cannot write beauty

There is not a strand of pain in you

Just wine trying to fill the vast emptiness

Plath would vomit at your sight

Spoiled suburban hussy with a complex

You will never come close to being an artist

You're just too fucking comfortable