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By AbogadaLBNY Date: 2005 Jan 15 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.15.10.01.24630]] |
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I wasn't just appalled At my sick desire To explore the big fat blurry line That separates sex and love and good and evil. I was positively Tickled by it. He was too short and too distant And perfectly successful and Great in bed. I was too tall for him Too sweet and too smart and too successful for a girl And I didn't need him nearly as much As the woman he was looking for. I knew he was destined To marry a spoiled princess With half my income and intellect. And he knew I was destined To enjoy my independence Moreso than the women he'd known before me. It was wrong on about fifteen levels that I could identify As I walked the cold and lonely Walk of shame To my car early that morning. It was absurd, and it was lacking morals and meaning and contrary to Everything that I stand for. It was delicious and sinful Enjoyable and shameful Fulfilling and empty. It was the year of my overpriced bungalow on the ocean. And the year of the shark, For it was all things strong and bold and racy and raw. And it was already shaping up to be One hell of a year, indeed. |