"it's just not working anymore", I thought to myself

As I stared at the computer screen

Not quite soft but too hard to be ignored

What a perfect metaphor for my pathetic existence

It wasn't always like this

First it was with the club under dads bed

Then a Victoria's secret catalog

When I grew a little older, grew a little wiser

Then it was one girl one man

Then one girl two men

Next a girl with aliens, then a dog

Then a horse

Now I stare limp

I stare limp

I'm a sick fuck