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<\/a><\/p>\nA stepmother drove me from home, embittering me.
\nA squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue.
\nFor years I was his mistress\u2014no one knew.
\nI learned from him the parasite cunning
\nWith which I moved with the bluffs, like a flea on a dog.
\nAll the time I was nothing but \u201cvery private,\u201d with different men.
\nThen Daniel, the radical, had me for years.
\nHis sister called me his mistress;
\nAnd Daniel wrote me:
\n\u201cShameful word, soiling our beautiful love!\u201d
\nBut my anger coiled, preparing its fangs.
\nMy Lesbian friend next took a hand.
\nShe hated Daniel\u2019s sister.
\nAnd Daniel despised her midget husband.
\nAnd she saw a chance for a poisonous thrust:
\nI must complain to the wife of Daniel\u2019s pursuit!
\nBut before I did that I begged him to fly to London with me.
\n\u201cWhy not stay in the city just as we have?\u201d he asked.
\nThen I turned submarine and revenged his repulse
\nIn the arms of my dilettante friend.
\nThen up to the surface, Bearing the letter that Daniel wrote me
\nTo prove my honor was all intact, showing it to his wife,
\nMy Lesbian friend and everyone.
\nIf Daniel had only shot me dead!
\nInstead of stripping me naked of lies
\nA harlot in body and soul.<\/p>\n