The girl took a deep breath and then screamed,
Thou art a shit! A fugitive of emotions!
A pied piper who played his lute to lure me out of safety
And now here I reside in this pit of puss and piss, piss and puss
She raged, as if mad and engaged
In something she could not quite control,
Thou art a shit! A fugitive of emotions!
A smile on your face, and with such eloquent grace, I love you
And now suddenly you don’t, pulled back, retracted, a terrified horse.
But of course, I must stand up and say sorry!
You don’t need to worry,
I got a little emotional,
Became a little un-social
The tears that came to my eyes
Were well-rehearsed
And no, were not my first.
So in that respect it was all just lies,
But still I say thou art a shit!

Later she would describe him as
A constipated shit that refuses to pass by,
As if wedged inside her
She feels his every move,
And despite the fact she’s pushing and squeezing,
Despite the fact she is in pain and she’s hurting,
Still she’ll eat the food that does this
So still, waddling slowly towards the loo, she must
Recant
What she has said,
Blame it on hashish or vodka
So the man thinks oh sod her.
But dear what about colonics I venture,
Wash everything out.
Feel strong as a sprout.
Hearing this the girl starts to shout,
How dare you suggest that I have a hand in this matter,
I have no power she screamed,
Oh it’s all so obscene, she lamented,
So fragmented.
And then looking quite ashen
Like a geisha’s preferred fashion,
She walked out of the door
And like the children and the piper,
It seemed she had vanished,
never to scream, cry and wail any more.