37.      FRUSTRATED

Living in a space
That is not my own.
Not again this face,
Said the noses without grace.

She screamed security,
Somebody creamed his lips.
He is a liability, my liability,
An address passed his lips.

Full blush she pulled away
And bloody there he lay.
All his energy drained away,
You got it all by the way.
Now self-righteous what do you say
As they take the body away.

April 1995