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.
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