I Don'T Know How She Does It Poem by Sam Price
I Don'T Know How She Does It
I don’t know how she does it;
To herself is what I mean.
Cutting that life force away,
Slice by slice.
Convinced herself of evil.
Plays by the roll of a dice.
I don’t know why she does it;
The idea is so obscene.
I can’t calculate the answer,
As I haven’t processed the question.
Calling engineer.
When you’ve sort out my head;
Fix hers too.
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