That’s what the lady said. Said it right
Out, loud and clear. Said, “You’ve been mar-
Ginalized.” Well, thanks. “It’s too bad,”
She said. Oh, you bet your freakin’ elbow
It’s too bad. And what’s that I hear behind
My head? Palm fronds creaking? Is this
Friday’s footprint? A sad castaway is what
I am, looking everywhere for a bottle, not
The one with a message, but the one with a
Nice drink of cyanide. Here’s to you, lady.
So long. May you choke on that martini.