I laughed at a funny thing
Ah, said the voice
This must be the mania
I cried at a sad thing
Hm, said that voice
Must be that PMS
Do I fancy him?
Hormones, said the voice
You did seem forgettable
Feelings feel plastic
Whenever did that happen?
My fault or yours?
Do I care even?
Come, dear huntsman
Kill what’s dead in me
Here’s your permission