Glass

With a watered down face

I ate this paste she called jelly

In this shit she called pastry

She stuck flowers in her sun-burnt curls

And when I asked her why

She left me in such a lurch I hurled

She's entirely too thin for her own good

And when she grins, she's rigid

But not like wood

She fills her glass

Not half full

Not half empty

Just half-assed