He said his parents were worth 500 million dollars
I just looked into his old dog’s big eyes
He sweetly called her a lazy, stupid bitch
I hated that but the chili smelled lovely
I told him how I was feeling better about not wanting to be human
He turned on this 1980s smut film that was funny
He showed me the blueprints for a Rolls Royce jet engine
I thought about how I’m always feeling like I’m in some type of trouble
He put a pinch of happiness in my drink
I was looking at the black, red, and white cubist art in the apartment
He offered me some jobs at ESPN and Disney that I half-wanted
I saw myself laughing at the idea of my past desires
He wanted me to feel the colors for himself
I started shapeshifting into primalism
I was able to run away from the desert eagle
He shot some lewd comments at me that almost knocked me over
I landed back on my apartment’s sexy carpet scheduling 12 calls
He texted me 2 weeks later asking who would win the NFC championship
So I slashed the wheels of his Bentley Coupe and fed him scopolamine
For 2 years