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.