By AbogadaLBNY
Date: 2005 Jan 15
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The Year of the Shark

I wasn't just appalled
At my sick desire
To explore the big fat blurry line
That separates sex and love and good and evil.
I was positively
Tickled by it.

He was too short and too distant
And perfectly successful and
Great in bed.
I was too tall for him
Too sweet and too smart and too successful for a girl
And I didn't need him nearly as much
As the woman he was looking for.
I knew he was destined
To marry a spoiled princess
With half my income and intellect.
And he knew I was destined
To enjoy my independence
Moreso than the women he'd known before me.

It was wrong on about fifteen levels that I could identify
As I walked the cold and lonely
Walk of shame
To my car early that morning.

It was absurd, and it was lacking morals and meaning and contrary to
Everything that I stand for.
It was delicious and sinful
Enjoyable and shameful
Fulfilling and empty.

It was the year of my overpriced bungalow on the ocean.
And the year of the shark,
For it was all things strong and bold and racy and raw.

And it was already shaping up to be
One hell of a year, indeed.