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I can take off the silk shawl
I wrap around my soul,
if you’d like.

I can whore my charm and beauty
to you and your ‘art’.
I could, I would—
and I did.

Well? I was bored.

And you made some decent, amateur shit
out of my premeditated performances—
I always said I was a brilliant actress,
now didn’t I?

Well? I was right.

I have a scheme and a strategy
for every situation
and I take every opportunity to rehearse.

But I don’t mean to brag. I mean,
what could I say?
I’m the best
at what I do.

It’s just another stage, for another night—
just another play.

I’ve done it countless times;
my acting is believable
because it’s true.
So it’s easy to recite the lines,
“Goodbye, you poor fool.
Goodbye—

and fuck you.”