Farewell…Farewell… Fare, thee well

to my old life, deep…deep…down in that dark…dark… well.

It has been a revelation, to escape my temptation.

How did I climb out?

That depression

was a mile deep, but it didn’t stop me.

My imaginary legs grew, until I walked out.

My friend told me, “You got to get the body,” so I worked out.

His advice is a vice, but I take it to heart.

“You got to get the money, if you want the girl,” he said.

“Okay, that’s easy, but what about fame?”

“That too.”

By the law of attraction, I whisper incantations in the dead of night.

I read my bible, and God tells me that I have idols.

How do I smash them?

I am possessed

by what I want.

My vision is 12 skinny women, dipping, in my kitty pool.

I show my Christian friend my vision board.

“It’s an abomination!” He yells.

Then, he gets bored

because I drew, all the things I want, rather than cutting them out of magazines.

“I have a theory, that the law of attraction works better, if you draw what you want directly from your subconscious mind,” I said.

“Is that why she has enormous tits?” He asked.

“Of course.”

“And what’s that?”

“That’s Simon and Shuster. They want to publish my book.”

“They look like penises to me.”

“Exactly. They’re profit motivated. Anybody like that, becomes a prick.”