she’s sat here for a hundred years, at this bar
before it was even built, she was here
winking at Johns and Jims, asking their story
since time began, she’s been here
many men have known her love, and her fury
have kicked her from the bed in the middle of the night
cursing her name and her craziness
swearing they will never do this again
no need to weep for her rejection
she weeps not for herself, why should we
simply pray
O God, if you do exist and are indeed merciful
strike this woman dead, this ageless beauty
replace her with someone younger
more beautiful and less insane
