BEAUTIFUL DESOLATION

Sitting at the front of her backyard
Shouting out loud in silence
Is it a great depression
Or some noticeable absent
That appear invisible?
Definitely maybe
I too I'm clearly confused
As my frenemy
The big baby
The least favourite
The unpopular celebrity
For the last time in recent times
Naturally strange
Typically weird
Ate a disgustingly delicious
Liquid food, alone together in an outdoor restaurant
It's an open secret
She ate a jumbo shrimp too
And that was her dessert she ate first
When the dark light crossed to the west
She waved to one of the impatient waiters
Who ran slowly to her
He was wearing a blue denim short trouser
Looking happy sad
For his awfully lucky job
He was a white nigger
He gave her the original copy of her bill when she asked
She below paid him and over tipped him
And pecked him with her wet red tongue
That was her goodbye reception
It sure did gave the waiter a shameful pride
But the true myth is
Every morning she wakes up dead
In a virtual reality she calls her world
To act naturally
She's passive aggressive
About her worthless gold bars
She stank up in a random order
Everyday at night
So sitting at the front of her backyard
Thinking about her only choice.
I hate that I love her, I love her anyway
Sweet agony is a spice to introverts