My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He was making me his bitch in the toilet on the psyche ward
With the horseshoe seat around my neck the Christ fish gleamed
Across the street he threw my keys so I could never leave
And blindfolded me to walk upstairs and hogtied me to the sink
This is going absolutely nowhere. I can hardly see straight.
The night is young but I am old and have used everything up
Except my niggardly niggling revulsion to sniggling simply
Because I don't care for eel to eat. I'd rather not eat lamprey either.
But I'd better get on dinner or the lady will beat me when she gets home.
Good night diary, Menstrual Hedy, Andrea Dee Empty Mac Halloraine.
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