Piñata

You bring the punch and food

I'll give up half of me to be the piñata

We'll all take turns whacking the old me senseless

Not like she had any sense to begin with

We'll crush her clashing shell

Knock it off the string

Reap the benefits

Take the candy

And enjoy

Because she will be gone forever

No more Ms. Irresponsible

No more Ms. Procrastinator

No more Ms. Whinybrat

No more Ms. Bitchyface

She is no more

Just like that old piñata