The Ballad Of Simon And Constance

Simon: “I’ll never get it, so I guess
I’ll never win. ‘Cruelty free’ is
some sick joke, and someone’s gettin’
paid well for it – (moans)
Oh, the horror!”
(and she swallows and the come
goes down easy)
Simon: “You ate, taste good?”
Constance: “Makes me sick, nibbling on
sinewy muscles”
(Constance’s conscience kisses him,
slippery. His mouth opens.)
Constance: “Don’t you say a word!”
(The moan in unison. Simon says
Another way. Constance plays the slave.
Lays her body over. Bed becomes the grave.)