Her Abs Are Exquisite

Her abs are exquisite, And how 'bout dat ass? Her children are ranked At the top of their class. Her life's on display, Seems that everything's great, From cars in the drive, To the food on her plate. The lawn's nicely manicured, So are the nails; The business is booming, Just look at the sales! But inside she's drowning, She's empty, she's dead; The dark's closing in And she's over her head. Those thousands of follows And hundreds of friends, But none she can call Just to make it all end. This life's never perfect, It's often a lie. So reach out, connect, Go beyond a trite “Hi!" Get out to the deep, To the who, what, and why. To schedule some face time Just pick up the phone; Get into her life And out of your own.