Welcome to Hell, she said.
You wear it well, she said.
He said no you don’t wear Hell.
It wears you.
It wears you out.
And we’re so out of here.
Let’s go.
Now here I am,
going with the flow
And I’m not thanking God,
too busy banking on
you
Too busy banking on you
little you
mystic you
medicated you
masticated you
to busy banking on you
obsessed you
confessed you
undressed you
godblessed you
godless you
too busy banking on you
wear it well, she said…