I will deny you
As Peter to Christ
I never knew you
There was never anything between us

Not a word
Not a glance
Not a tender embrace

But not out of fear
As the good Apostle acted
Oh no. You don't scare me
You disgust me is all

As lowly as a serpent
You, the least of Christ's people
But I treated you as He would want me to
When no one else could be bothered
And you returned my kindness
With the harshness of your dead black heart

For your selfishness and coldness
You are now cast out
From the Garden of my Eden
ANd just as Adam and Eve lost Paradise forever
So Shall you never have it again

Toil the Earth
Slither around the rest of your days
Searching for some scrap of something
That you can pretend you don't wish
Was me instead

But know that any busybody
Who wants to ask about me and you
Will be met with a puzzled axpression
And a lie I wish I didnt have to tell

"I'm sorry, John who?
You must have the wrong girl
I dont think I know anybody by that name."

But hey, it could be worse
Than pretending it never happened.
At least i'm not telling them
That you have the HIV.
(But thats *her* job, now, isnt it?)

01/26/2007

Posted on 01/27/2007
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