Forty-Something
Yes. I'm ready to order.
No crow for me, thanks.
I've eaten enough this week already.
I'll have a big, fat mid-life crisis, well done,
hold the hormones with just a smidgen of
hot flashes and a side of night sweats.
Give me a Xanax straight-up,
and make it a double.
No bloating.
I'll have liposuction and a tummy-tuck to go,
and don't forget the rhinoplasty.
For dessert I want the biggest piece
of ass you've got, heavy on
the multiple orgasms.
Any leftovers you can just wrap up
in self-loathing and sarcasm.
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