SINGLE JINGLE

She is trapped in desolation bubbles.

A lonely single,

Unable to stifle her insecurities’ stabbing babbles.

For Liberty her heart jingles.

In a heartening hymn,

The jingle hums,

‘Get off that couch!’

‘You’re not a slouch!’

But in self-pity she clutches her Pringles.

Knowing there’s no reward in going out to mingle.

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