Go on and wring my neckLike when a rag gets wetA little disciplineFor my pet geniusMy head is like a lettuceGo on and dig your thumbs inI cannot stop givingI’m thirty-somethingSense of securityLike pockets jinglingMidlife crisisSuck ingenuityDown through the family treeYou’re perfect, yes, it’s trueBut without me you’re only youYour menstruating heartIt ain’t bleedin’ enough for twoIt’s a midlife crisis…What an inheritanceThe salt and the KleenexMorbid self attentionBending my pinky backA little disciplineA donor by habitA little disciplineRent an opinionSense of securityHolding blunt instrumentI’m a perfectionistAnd perfect is a skinned kneeYou’re perfect, yes, it’s trueBut without me you’re only youYour menstruating heartIt ain’t bleeding enough for two
It’s a midlife crisis………..