Oh, to be a dame
created by Mickey
Spillane – elegantly
smoking long-stemmed
filter cigarettes with
the ease, poise and
grace of a cat, purring
with content in her
magical world - or
at least, smoking
with obvious anger
such as Adora Bella
Dearheart from
Going Postal by
Terry Pratchett –
to be anyone else
than myself today;
I’d be a man of
clay, with a chem
in my head to tell
me what to say –
to force me, a golem,
to work unflinchingly
every moment of
every day…
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