Yo Girl

I hear last night
Martha Dumptruck did a cannonball off the Mill Creek Bridge
Holding a suicide note

Oh my God. Is she alive?

Just some broken bones.
Yet another geek trying to imitate the popular people
And failing, big time

Yo
Girl
Keep it together
I
Knew
You would go far
Now
You're
Truly a Heather
Smell
How
Gangsta you are

Martha, I'm so sorry!

Yo
Girl
Feel a bit punchy?
What's
That
Brimstoney smell?
Now
You've
Earned that red scrunchie
Come
Join
Heather in hell!

Where have you been?

We've been worried sick! Your friend J.D. stopped by.
He told us everything?

Everything?

Your depression?
Your thoughts of suicide?

He even showed us your copy of Moby Dick!

This is not my handwriting!

I've been on the phone all morning
There's a doctor in Cleveland
We'd like you to talk with him

What kind of doctor?

Psychiatric

Leonard!

What?

Guess who's right down the block

You're sending me to a shrink?!

Guess who's climbing the stairs

There's no shame in getting some help

Guess who's picking your lock

I am not the problem!

Time's up! Go say your prayers!

She took that well

Veronica's running on, running on fumes now
Veronica's totally fried
Veronica's gotta be tripping on 'shrooms now
Thinking that she can hide
Veronica's done for, there's no doubt now
Notify next of kin!
Veronica's trying to keep him out now
Too Late
He got in!

Knock! Knock!
Sorry to come in through the window
Dreadful etiquette, I know!

Get out of my house!



Credits
Writer(s): Laurence Crawford O'keefe, Kevin Conlin Murphy
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