So frivolous. So tiny. My make-up is ugly.
The sun is hot, then it's not; the cold chaps my lips.
My coffee's cold. My iced tea does not have enough ice.
My boyfriend's on Insta telling the world too many lies.
My dog's not the breed I want. His fur is too messy.
Tonight's the end of the world but my fashion's not yet ready.
Why's my coffin not in gold? Why is it made of wood?
I expect lots of visitors because my life is good.