Bitch, bitch, bitch, she had routine appendectomy, hardly worth such lamentations, poetic as they may be.
Sylvia, sweetie, if you are truly that unhappy why don't you just stick your head in the oven and be done with it?
If she hadn't gone the oven route, she'd have bored herself to death.
You should hear her read "Daddy." Again: wow.
r4: the concept of poetry is pretty alien to you, huh?
Not as alien as the concepts of satire or humour are to R8.
You thought your post was humorous? Wow, humor sounds as equally alien to you as poetry.