When life comes to you on a platter
-
served up, like the head
of John the Baptist
It's easy to be profligate with
the platitudes, then - "Live your
life the way you want it to be"
What have you ever had to fight
for, I ask you, you prettyboys,
you monied and landed Peranakan dames?
So you've had a heartbreak or two,
chipped a fingernail while slapping
someone perhaps, but what do you
Know of real grief, the unremitting
despair of having to live your
life
the way others want it to be?
Never by your own lights, because
you'd been assigned the role of
the serving wench in the corner
not Salome.
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