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Middle-Aged White Woman (Free verse) by Dovina

Maybe it’s time. You look at me and see a symbol of conservative acts that hurt you. My kind abused your kind. Now with your freedom, your authority, your power, it’s time for retribution. Go ahead, ignore me, don’t hire me belittle me in your verse skip over me at your readings. My ancestors did it to your ancestors. You have the right. It’s a new experience for me, that’s all. Maybe it’s time.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 23-Apr-05/7:48 PM
If I may offer my enormous sagging tuppence:

As you may know, I am the primary patron of the Reading Room at Wiltsbury. Therefore, as well as because of my degenerative condition, I am entitled to a certain... shall we say "leeway" in my behaviour. It does not shame me to say that I push this privelege as far as possible at all times.

One morning I wheeled into the Belkin foyer, covered in jellied-eels and bellowing.

Another time I flopped out of my chair and squirmed upon the carpet pitifully. When Mrs. Hedges hurried to the rescue, I beckoned her down to my buttocks, and parped on her handbag.

On Christmas Eve of 19--, I suspended myself from the domed ceiling of the Chetwoad Room, using a horrifying system of hoists and reverse buckle-squats. I had instructed my manservant to dress me as "Mephistopheles, were he caked in faeces."

It was a glorious, glorious moment when I descended, shrieking, onto the Nativity play below. A child was crushed in several places. There was a short-lived attempt to lynch me, which I countered by lifting the crushed child and rubbing it on myself. Or perhaps I only imagined that later, when I had been sedated.

What has this to do with the matter at hand? Quite.




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