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Self-Pity
I am Self-Pity - the most red-hot woman in Ireland.
Younger than time, older than eternity.
All raddle, all lacquer, all scent.
Great is my glory
I who can turn a man into a 24/7 ghost of himself.
I am Self-Pity - the Queen Bee of the Irish Sea.
I have only to squint at a half-decent man
To make him hold his heads in his hands,
Make him put his fist through a pane of glass,
Make him stamp his feet.
I am Self-Pity - the Black Madonna of Ireland.
Great was my education and great my family.
I who with my fabulous loneliness,
Demanding total, exclusive, absolute love,
Reduced a half-decent man to smithereens.
I am Self-Pity – the most red-hot woman in Ireland.
Younger than time, older than eternity.
All raddle, all lacquer, all scent.
Great is my glory.
I who can turn a man into a 24/7 ghost of himself.