Fiona's Lament

I don't mean to be an asshole, it's just genetic.

An adult child of an alcoholic.

Starring in paranthetic U S version episodic.

Ironic, this phonetic ain't supposed to make ya sympathetic.

I'm not askin' for credit. That'd be pathetic.

I'm the Gallagher balancer. Keeper of the calendar.

Latchkey kids due to our dad's booze.

So I'm the glue, the fastener, the hunter and gatherer.

Self appointed matriarch.

Only one nominated, and hasn't really phased me.

Eldest sibling simply seemed appropriate.

My love. My life. My devotion.

Forbid a third party cause a commotion.

I'd make a notion to off a person.

So it's me: Just Fiona.

Who don't owe ya a shoulda for sobbin'.

I've already got a job and

It's not a soap box; doin' this, that, and whatnot.

 

This is the south side-

There's a lotta blocks I been around.

But who's keepin' count?

Titled "First Date Fiona" for a reason

I tend to race to the finish.

Gave what's-his-face a B J in the drive thru.

The quick pace may have to do with

Emotional bullshit I've been through.

Prolly 'cause I'll bone a guy if he seem aight.

I dunno. I'm a hit it and quit it kinda chick.

Doesn't diminish the dirty business.

 

Slutty- I know. Said it so so and so won't beat me to the punch.

Sometimes sex and cigarettes are my emotional crutch.

There's always that one jerk who's gon' be done

Just 'cause he brushed by my berserk button. But,

There this one dude wanting to be my boo.

So y'all loose. I choose to say "Fuck you".

Go kick rocks, 'cause this new dick's cock has what yours ain't got.

 

He's the only boy that got to me; Actually got me.

Kinda kept it internalized, but he meant a lot to me.

Steve, Jimmy, whatever his alias.

No way he's listening to me rhyme.

Our relationship was serious.

Seriously fumy, and a little rocky.

But doomed seeing he had Lakeshore blood.

Of course he was playing house with me.

So surprise, surprise; He was just a visitor.

Wasn't prepared to be with a hunter and gatherer.