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Am I like her ladyship Ophelia,
In that her lover Hamlet had loathed her
For in his thinking, that women of all
Were as evil and putrid as his own very mother?
Doth she be sat with unsett'ling tendencies
To the very brink that she was forced to run mad
And to call a bird's femur a handful of pansies
And forced them upon the false king to use clad
Halfway forced into her irrational dreams
She called them those that were thought to remind thought
And therehence ran 'way, straight into the stream
That caused her own life to cause drought.
 Animal Child · Fri Jul 29, 2005 @ 06:45am · 0 Comments |
