You pick up the dice

And you start to Roll

pretending to do a bank heist

or wrestling with your soul,

as you fight off Asadeus’simo

There’s a little girl inside of you,

stoat of heart, and angry too.

Full spunk, and snark.

Just in time for you to LARP.

The Game ends and you’ve had your fun

Nine to Five, and you feel done.

Your name is never used,

but you wear shirts, oh yes you do.

The little girl is mad at you too!

You sword dulls, and you spells sway

You never were what you could be,

Spirits dwindle, you hit the hay.

From Therapists Chair

to the street fairs

you never were what you could be,

Just a little girl, full of flair.