Wouldn’t it be nice

Wouldn’t it be nice
if work was easy
if we didn’t have to try so hard
wouldn’t it be nice to have it all girl
to wake up in the sun and just have fun
if we didn’t have to work our ass off
if we didn’t have to try so hard
wouldn’t it be nice to live our dreams
make it look so damn easy and clean
wouldn’t it be nice to just get paid girl
not work and break a sweat
wouldn’t it be nice to live on clouds
walk around like we don’t care
not think about the very next meal
or if this check can pay the bills
wouldn’t it be nice to live like queens do
like girls who sell that pop
wouldn’t it be nice to be a celebrity
and pretend we work so much
wouldn’t it be nice to not get older
thinking of losing the home I rent
wondering what will happen next
wouldn’t it be nice to just be easy
to relax in the sun and laugh
wouldn’t it be nice to live like queens do
instead of working off that ass

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Inside Lovato and the bad life coach

I am an artist,
an entrepreneur-
I’m creative
a fucking gift to the world.
I got ideas
and I show my tits on stage.
I feign authenticity
but make excuses out of pain.
I use my illness
and my addictions as a shield.
I use sobriety
as a theme to get a meal-
I am an artist
a philanthropist and more
I’ve got bipolar
and I wield it like a sword.
I’m not recovered
as that takes time and room to heal,
I am just a child
who doesn’t know what it means
to be real.
I’m just a celebrity,
adding titles to my name-
buying indulgences in vain,
and pretending mental illness is a game.
I am an artist
but that’s just an excuse
for being a child, for being rude
for being ill and relapsing too
I’m just too young to accept the truth,
it’s still my fault, but it’s also youth.

Retribution

Set fire to his soul
make sure he’s getting old
the cold mortality
of living with one’s deeds
never speak again
we’ve taken both his lips
leave the eyes alone
we’ll take his ears and nose
he’ll scream before he goes
reality setting in
he’ll never breathe again

Absorbed

Lately I’ve become
a monster in the sun
all my battles won
when darkness fled.
Lately I’ve retired
all excuses required
to hide away from self
and all I’ve done.
Lately I’ve aspired
higher than before
my dreams on fire
when all darkness is
absorbed.

Lena and the sacrificial Lamby

Only the best mothers do
what it is that you would not
you see protecting you from harm
might mean they harm a lot
for when the day is done
and all her resources gone
you will end up returned
to where you truly belong.
All the money in the world
a shelter a better home
a dog is just a toy you see
not a child born
but Lena Dunham flips the script
a different recollection
of abusive events
before and after snap shot tense
she claims trainers, lessons and money spent,
but four years of training-
never a muzzle?
no, this loving mother
thought it too much trouble
to give her little Lamby
anymore attention
so she did what we now must
give a little mention
back to where he came from
that is where she sent him
just a special chance
at a postnatal abortion.