Now once
again it's time for our quarterly talk.
You could come on over and we'll take a little walk.
We'll sit out on my patio beneath my lemon tree
Munching whole grain muffins, sipping herbal tea.
We'll discuss. We'll relate.
Reminisce of our first date.
Get in touch. We'll connect.
We'll be very introspect.
When the afternoon is over
I'll have wrung your little neck.
Now once
again it's time for our quarterly chat.
We could watch the sunset while we talk of this and that.
I've given lots of thought to what you mean to me
And I think that I'm finally beginning to see.
You're a bum. You're a creep.
And God knows with whom you sleep.
You have proved once again
Representative of men.
You're a sniveling and noncommittal
Male piece of phlegm.
Now once
again it's time for our brief tete-a-tete.
There are probably some names I haven't called you yet.
If I were you I'd watch while I prepare your tea:
Women rarely get the death penalty.
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2000 Jacqueline S. Levy