My Self Destruct:

My Self Destruct,
Has culminated with an atom bomb
In my belly,
When the button's pressed,
My guts will fly out,
And I will drown in Self-Pity.
My Self Destruct makes like this:
It came to me in a sandwich
One afternoon,
On a friday,
Day steeped in Mayonnaise,
And he said,
"Your thoughts have had enough,
They're filling for divorce,
From your head"
When she said this,
I swallowed it whole,
Dead.

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Pippa XXX