LUCY LU AND MARJORIE TOO
(after dining at Toffenetti's)
She was singing like a drum majorette and I
wished I was in her soul and the four walls were
creeping in and in the darkness there was no light at all.
It was simple but crazy in a crass sort of way - and
whatever meaning there was had long gone away.
For how many years can one struggle in vain?
The man took the gun and it went to his brain;
but if death is so final and life meets its match
then why do we end it and then start from scratch?
Her suspended songstress charms were aloft in
the room - ribald and raucous and bursting the
gloom. This was no time for sergeants, there was
nothing to do. I stood on my table and cheered
Lucy Lu.
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