Response to hopelessness

Pity...



Though not without pie...
Shall you then wipe away the rotten cream?
Apple? Tart?

To much makeup... and thus no real image...
Sing and dance then?
Hmmm...

Then by the whip of here ringmaster shall you jump the flaming hoops of my desire... And when you please me and my audience I shall cage you to repeat the performance... and thus you shall pacify my addiction to torment you in my moments of ruthless lust..