Laugh at me, if you dare

In wild depression, deep despair.

Rid me of all dignity,

Strip away my purity.

Don’t waste me,

I was made to amuse you

To be used, abused,

Seduced, and refused by you,

Beaten and battered and wasted and jaded,

Muffled and shattered and tainted and faded.

Work me into your schedule,

Those fists you hold so true to

Are polished ever so nicely.

And I could use a beating

I could use a lesson.