You have no right to seat me!

have you no shame

any shame at all

at all times ashamed

body mother

and mind mother

have dragged me to a pond

the want happens here

I promise to pretend to be true

the head looks into the water

while the brain is occupied otherwise

no matter

the moon is crazy and unattractive

the exchange of niceties

is a projection

of the impoverished

their urge for achievement

it isolates us even more than hostility

there sits an untouchable

sits down by the pond in the moonshine

condemns herself–

don’t be a snob

find a home in alienation.