It’s homecoming this week
For the high school kids
It’s also my anniversary
Of being lonely

When I was sixteen
I had a date for the dance
But I crashed my parent’s car
And my Dad was pissed

I was embarrassed
And ditched her good
She called and called
But I forestalled

I told her I was grounded
And didn’t have a ride
Hung out with my friends
And smoked weed instead

She made a voodoo doll
Because she was a witch
Put a pin in my dick
That wicked bitch

Twenty one years later
I have been alone
When I finally die
No one will know
Three weeks I will have rotted in my home
And when the cops arrive
They will smell death at my door