Female reincarnation of Bukowski
Not an alcoholic, but her liver is replaced by tears
What does luck have to do with anything?
She loiters in her own mind
Her distaste for life shows in her defeated eyes
She has no literary talent
No skills to speak of
No way of catching up to the iPhone-obsessed world
Her fears are physical and imminent
Carrying her into the coffin of failure
Or is it worse to be alone than poor?
Sometimes self-love is useless
Invest your hope into her heart
Everyone deserves an upliftin’…and a second chance