Diminished

I used
to care

I used
to worry

Now I don’t
feel anything

In a
hurry

‘You’re So Vain…’

If you
keep
pulling
out your
hair

He
said

You
will
end up
going
bald

And
what
exactly
is it
about that

She
said

That
leaves
you so
appalled?

Take
these
pills

To
cure
your
ills

And
mend
your
broken
heart

They’ll
give
you
chills

And
delay
your
thrills

But at
least
it’ll
be a
start

Once
again
I fear

It may
be time to
apologise

For
punching
another
misogynistic
bastard

Right
between
the eyes

Are you
sure it’s
gone?

What
about
love?

He
asked

Compassion?

Make
no
mistake

I’ve
lost
it all

She
replied

Her
face,
ashen