the words weren't mine

and they call it entertainment Nell cursed
at the prospect of having to suffer
any more of this shit and I’ll go blind
Barbara growled and grinned as a gentleman
will you give up writing everything down
as if spilling yourself was a virtue
and start putting the already written
into some kind of recognizable
ambivalence preferably with dancing
girls and a big number to finish on
even if the story demands nothing
of the sort for Christ’s sake sing something slick
a bagatelle at least to take the pain
away in the noise of miracle blue