There once was a girl who loved colonics,
to get all the shit out of her.
She thought she was full of toxins,
which were ruining her mood and her world.
She cleansed and detoxed with juices, and diets
And sometimes mechanical contraptions,
In hopes that the feelings of emptiness and lovelessness
would be replaced with some sort of satisfaction.
But that feeling never came.
And she was left with a very dull pain,
As the love that held her hand, and waited
Stood up and walked away.