Trapped like a trap in a trap
Accursed from their birth they be Who seek to find monogamy, Pursuing it from bed to bedโ I think they would be better dead.
Don't feel bad when I die; I've been dead for a long time.
I canโt write five words but that I change seven.
Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life.
We were all imitative. We all wandered in after Miss Edna St. Vincent Millay. We were all being dashing and gallant, declaring we weren't virgins, whether we were or not.