Thoughts that Might Concern Me in a Day

I'm your rubber fairy--
obsequious doll arching--
flexible at everyone's beck-and-call;
for why should a girl make her own agenda?

You say belligerent--
I say reluctantly benevolent--
No matter,
were we both not satisfied with that hat?

You don't want to hear it--
I don't want to endure it--
A stationary twist in a church parking lot:
I screamed a sob,
but my life did not pass before me.
Just some hope for concern.

Needless to say, I didn't recieve any.

These bumpy daydreams will suck away
at my sanity,
like a baby from its birther.
I wish I was less occupied--nay, obsessed--
with some abstract lifetime (most likely not) to be.

What course of action may I take
to avoid as much suffering and culpability as possible,
I wonder?
Burlesque slingbacks forget for a moment
but one mere intake of breath and I realize,
I shan't be satiated with some shallow scenario
in the front seat,
  in phone conversation,
or on a pull-out bed
--with a bad case of halitosis to boot.

I'd rather avoid that route
but can someone reveal to me
Who is my Darcy?
And is Wentworth right about that wicked Wickham?

He would be more informed to make that decision, I'm sure.