Penny for your thoughts
Quarter for your crisis
No, my daughter wasn’t kidnapped by ISIS
She’s insane you see
She’s lost her memory
She won’t get help
She fucking hates me
She thinks I took her baby
What left of it there was
She thinks I made her abort it
In the tub
Now she thinks that
The doctor is telling a tale
She won’t stay off that damn
Cell
So what should we do doc
Pray tell?
She’s had an epiphany
We’ll just tell her
She’s going to hell