JUST LIKE THE BRUNCH
OF A WUNDERKIND
They played piano with their teeth; they
juggled soft rolls with both hands, talking
all the time of the new girls they'd had
and how long it all took : busting heads
with a really hard stick. They sat back
and lounged on leather chairs, speaking
of Dad and those trust-fund affairs. The
Titanic had nothing on this : they could
all sink to hell as far as I cared. I washed
their tables and clouded their cloths. So
little they knew, really, so little : Mariette
had already flashed me her crotch, and
Sonya had shown me her breasts. These
clowns had no clue. I worked for a
living, and they'd have to do.
OF A WUNDERKIND
They played piano with their teeth; they
juggled soft rolls with both hands, talking
all the time of the new girls they'd had
and how long it all took : busting heads
with a really hard stick. They sat back
and lounged on leather chairs, speaking
of Dad and those trust-fund affairs. The
Titanic had nothing on this : they could
all sink to hell as far as I cared. I washed
their tables and clouded their cloths. So
little they knew, really, so little : Mariette
had already flashed me her crotch, and
Sonya had shown me her breasts. These
clowns had no clue. I worked for a
living, and they'd have to do.
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