"Oh, I write haiku poems about Godzilla on Facebook..."

What do you do when your big controversial hit happened while you were still a teenager? And nobody listens to it now, because a condescending tune about a white girl making out with a black boy is nothing novel?

What do you do when your biggest hit was about how you were a pimply loser at 17? As you limp past thirty, and forty, and fifty, and further, can you STILL keep singing that fucking thing?

OK, you do have some psychotic and alienated songs, like the one about meeting up with an ex-boyfriend and shrieking "You have a lovely life." The refrain is a murderous "I live alone...I'm not afraid." But YOU really don't give a shit about ex-boyfriends because you came out lesbian. But you sing it anyway.

You sing all three and other tunes when you play lesbian coffee shops where you're cheered because you're a lesbian. Venues Paul Simon or James Taylor or even Judy Collins would play? Nope.

What ELSE do you do with your time?

Ah. You go on Facebook with literally hundreds of bad haiku poems about GODZILLA of all things.

Following some people on Facebook is about as healthy as walking into an open manhole and falling 20 feet into sewer water.