Marie, Marie, I love my phillumeny,
I want to burn my ******* house down,
I want to burn my white picket fence,
I want to burn all the stupid people in this town,
I want to fight like Joan,
And know like Curie,
I want to love like Aphrodite.
Now, with my two-year husband,
I’ve been ****** hard like some heavenly ****.
How I relish his **** inside me,
How I love thinking his seed’s spreading in me,
How I despise him googly-eyeing Hayworth,
How I hate him ******* to Lake,
Don’t talk back, don’t, don’t,
He’ll hitya, ya know,
I know, I know,
Don’t cheat when he’s cheating,
Really? But I love a good rendez-vous,
With a crush-boy from my kindergarten days.
I love him taking me rough to anomia.
Oh, I’m so afraid.
I’m afraid,
I hate every made-up person around me,
I’m afraid,
Those sniggering socialites’ll figure me out,
I’m afraid,
There are those who want my daughter,
For the future,
There are those who want my daughter,
Right now,
Now without the hairs of the elderly,
Now with all her pretty white-blond hair,
On her pretty white head,
Just like all the pretty white heads,
Of the dukes and barons and lords,
Of my family,
Who go to marvellous get-togethers,
With exquisite wine,
Who bootleg their lipsticked smiles,
With social emotion,
Who eat the flesh of their younglings,
With plastic sauce,
So they will continue themselves,
So they can be accepted,
As all must be,
Giggling softly at no joke.
I’m afraid,
I’m a little bit crazy,
But I think everyone’s crazy,
But they just don’t show it.
Marie, Marie, how do I die?
How do I make myself,
Immolate myself?
How do I illuminate my entourage?
Face it,
Your primal soul cannot be overridden,
And perhaps that’s what is most terrifying.