I
do not leave when Margot chants she was a rattlesnake in another
life.
something
held me back.
that
something is desire.
I do not bid adieu when Margot sits on her father's lap talking
baby talk.
something
held me back.
that
something is desire.
Margot
has long legs that can touch her occult ass.
I
am a weak man who ignores problems of pretty women.
soon
I don't recognize myself.
I am becoming the kind of pathetic bloke who shouts with delight
to his girlfriend
when
he finds apples on sale while shopping or
goes to the ballet instead of meeting friends at the pub.
what a wretch
Margot is creating on her artist's pallet.
what a stinking
piece of maggot flesh she features in her theatre of cruelty.
but
just in time, she defends the invasion of Iraq.
I
feel sick beyond belief.
but
it frees me from Margot.
there
is no limit to the problems I ignore in beautiful women.
but
I am not totally depraved.
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