SO THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE SPENT YOUR TIME DOING
WAITING FOR SALLY'S DAUGHTERS TO GROW UP
I KNOW YOU'RE FOND OF QUESTIONS
SO HERE'S SOME FUCKING ANSWERS
WE'LL GENTLY REWRITE SOME HISTORY
AND MAKE BELIEVE IT'S ALL ABOUT EMPATHY AND COMPASSION.
BUT FIRST TELL ME AGAIN IN BAD FUCKING ENGLISH
ABOUT YOUR THREE MONTHS AS A PROSTITUTE
THE ART PROJECT GONE BAD: THE TRIP HOME AT CHRISTMAS
TO GET THE MONEY FOR AN ABORTION
400 EUROS IN YOUR HAND
THAT YOU SWORE YOU COULDN'T FIND ANOTHER WAY
I'D HAVE PAID GLADLY.
I CAUGHT YOU GOING THROUGH THE RUBBISH AGAIN
EMPTY BLISTER PACKS OF SILDENAFIL CITRATE
WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO
WORSHIP THAT SICKLY GREY MESS?
WHERE'S THE ECSTATIC TRUTH IN THAT?
THE FRENCH HARLOT CHILD PROMISING SOON OR NEVER
THE PAEDOPHILE IN LOVE GAZING AT 70S SNAPSHOTS
AND FEELING VERY FUCKING SAFE.
SAFE AS BRIGHT-EYED ANNE SCRIBBLING BY CANDLELIGHT
YOU CHERISH THE IMAGE OF HER
AWKWARDLY POSED IN THE STREET
THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S SHADOW SET TO SWALLOW HER WHOLE
DARK AS THE WAR ITSELF: A CHEAP AGFA VERMEER
FOR CONNOISSEURS PERVERTS AND ENTHUSIASTS
AND NOT FORGETTING PRETENTIOUS CUNTS LIKE YOU.
OR THOSE LUCKY BUNDLES OF WARM GOOD NATURE
ON SUMMER DAYS IN RURAL FRANCE
WHEN THEY PEER INTO THE LENS
MOMENTARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE KITTENS
OR DRESSING UP GAME
WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT SEX BEASTS AND CANCER SCARES?
PARTIAL BIRTH ABORTION AND VAGINAL INFECTION?
DAVID BOWIE IN MODERN PAINTERS.
I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKING HONEST
YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE: THE WAR ZONE
FAVORITE ALBUM COVERS
: VIRGIN KILLER, HOUSES OF THE HOLY, U2 BOY
FAVORITE PHOTOGRAPHER: DODGSON
FAVORITE ARTISTS: BALTHUS, REMARKO
: ANYTHING WITH A KID IN IT
FAVORITE GOOGLE SEARCH
: RUSSIAN ORPHANAGE
: RUTHLESS BABYSITTING
: ELITE GYMNASTICS
AND YOU GOT THE CLAP ON YOUR 14TH BIRTHDAY
FROM THAT SHY FRIEND OF YOUR FATHER
WHO FINGERFUCKED YOU IN THE SAME CAR
HE LATER SUCKED DOWN THE GAS IN
THOSE EXQUISITE BOOKS YOU PESTERED HIM FOR
OCTAVO EDITIONS OF THE POETS THAT SIT STILL UNREAD
ON THE SHELF BY YOUR BED
FOR DREAMING OF WHO-THE-FUCK-KNOWS-WHAT.
DIRTY JESSIE'S ALL GROWN UP NOW
TODAY IS HER COCAINE DAY
EVEN THROUGH THE HAZE OF COCKS AND HIP-HOP RAPIST PAWS
SHE CAN SEE WE'RE ALL STILL WALLOWING IN THE MUD
HOWEVER ARTFULLY FRAMED ON WHITE GALLERY WALLS
I CAN LOOK YOU IN THE EYES
AND SEE WHAT YOU SPEND YOUR TIME DOING
WHEN IT GETS DARK AND MESSY
THE BAND BROKE UP: I LOST A LOT OF FUCKING WEIGHT.
YOUR FAVORITE BOOK: THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP
NOT THE CELEBRATED RAPESNUFF OF LITTLE NELL
SO MUCH MORE ADORABLE ALIVE
THOUGH PREFERABLY SLEEPING
UNWATCHED AND UNCARED FOR IN THE MIDST OF DECAY
THE CHILD BOTANICAL, THE ANGEL IMPERIAL
NOT LAID OUT LIKE JESSIE OR AN EMPTY DIRTY DRESS
YOU CAN CALL ME A CUNT IF YOU LIKE
BECAUSE YOU'LL STILL PUT THE BATTERIES IN THE BABY
LIKE A SIMPERING NAMBLA FREAK.
