You speak in the code of silence
Her stupidity your licence
The trigger; her own sin
An idiotic lack of discipline

She needs to learn the gift
Of less is more, that thrift
Will see her through this
What’s lost is not amiss

She should seek to be more steady
Learn that her idea of heady
Instant friendship is a crime
Maybe then she’ll take her time

Or like the fool she’s prone to be
She’ll regret her idiocy
And stagger back into obscurity