Margaret Alice Second Poems

Madame La Pompadour is back her life on track,
the office is alive as she explains mother couldn't
survive another day, detailing costs & discussing
graveyards & I ran off seeking refuge from death
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I feel lots of bugs, germs, having a ball my throat
they're doing the jive & jitterbug in the congenial
ecosystem provided by my body, dancing the can-
can with admirable energy which burns and hurts
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Quietly morose & almost comatose I
read: ‘Life's about decline.' I'm out of
alignment & moving towards a feeling
of total despondency and I admit I'm
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Anxious about doing things I can't do perfectly,
a day spent in misery, nothing working out - no
comment on Amazon accepted and colleagues
discussing work so boringly I'm am in fear my
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What a pity, I need to be more aggressive & self-
aggrandising like the smug people floating about,
surfing on powerful egos growing daily, while my
transparent little crystal glass ego is vulnerable &
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Every time I read the newspaper, I cry, it's become
so bad I dare not open Sunday's papers for fear of
spending the week wearing sackcloth - the cynical
realists predict Zuma will destroy our economy, in
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After work as I wash dishes & clean the kitchen, I'm
working on my dying speech - surely composers of
operas like Verdi's La Traviata must have seen how
their female protagonists pre-planned all their dying
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Getting ready to vote tomorrow, grabbing a
detective novel to while away the time when
in line, began reading tonight and had to put
it aside in disgust, given the long, winding, un-
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I do not like playing the subservient role of Sister
Sunshine agreeing with everything, being sincere
feigning worry about pains and aches and worst is
because my behaviour is inconsistent I don't play
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Totally unnerved, anxiety peaking to decrease
just to build up steam and rise again as Sister
Complacent-&-Self-Aggrandising reclassified
Donkeyskin as an illerate - she & Sister Long-
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