Sort Your Life Out!
You’re a lady, but a baby and those pills just make you crazy.
You’re a user, self abuser, a fifty seven year old cougar.
You’re a coke head, a drop dead, a whore that frequents my bed.
You’re not working, you’re shirking, you embarrass me by twerking.
You’ve got falsies, tell porky’s, take your lap dog out for walkies
You wear hold ups and push ups, but your life is full of fuck ups.
You’ve got thinner, eat your dinner, this new “diets” not a winner.
You’ve got problems, so solve em, don’t expect me to dissolve them
You’re older, should be bolder, take your head off my fucking shoulder!