Independent Woman

You resilient independent woman
You unbutton your blouse for weak men
Who have emptied out your bank account
And got all their milk for free
And your uncompromising demise
Is that you just can’t feel lonely
Or you’ll curl up and die in the 3rd bedroom of our parent’s house
The one with the two windows overlooking the fruit trees and farm animals
You overlooked them completely
But at least you stopped drinking and rediscovered heaven

Will you be there alone?
Will you be there at all?