-Marilyn, Our Lady of Bullshit-

His mouth was full
Couldn't utter a single truth
As though he were only hurting himself
An occupational Sadomasochism
On the chopping block
On the time clock
His only job was to please
Be carnal with me
But I have been shown a disservice
In the way he hurts us both
In the love he doesn't show
Holy Marilyn, Mother of Bullshit...
How do you forgive that face?
How do you forget that name?
How do you escape?

"Take heed, my child...be wise enough to see through bullshit, and love,
more often than it is fed to you."