Wednesday, November 30, 2005

For her highness, the Organic Princess (a.k.a. 6' Amazon)

I thought of warning you about him. You liked him from the start. I was in your way, I know. But I didn't give a fart.

I thought of warning you about him. But your ignorance was a guise. You liked him from the start, I know. Itching to pounce and lie.

And now you play your silly role, a caterer to his whims. Self-righteous and dispossessed, "It's girlfriend," you huff like sin.

It's a pity that you're so boring, egregious in an opprobrious way. You're now in the spotlight, the world's a stage, while he maintains relations with a familiar maid.

Your convenience satisfies him, he has no heart but yours. It's a shame that you deplore me, when he's the consummate whore.

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