Venus Ii - Poem by Morgan Michaels
'Let me tell you something. More shrines have been erected to me than to any of my 'imitators'. And I've had more sacrifices, too. I do love a white dove. Just remember that! Put up or shut up, I always say. P-ss or get off the pot! '
'I can't believe you! And today the Sabbath. And tomorrow Sunday! '
'Believe what you like! Have you seen my boy? He said he was going to visit his favorite uncle-that's you, I suppose.'
'He was here, but I sent him along.'
'Aren't we going out? '
'No. Not tonight. I'm working on something. Besides, I'm exhausted.'
'Hmmph! Great! You know, one of these days I just might not be coming back.'
'Ah, I'll call you tomorrow. On your cell.'
'You'd better. Or else. Goodbye.'
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