Rose - you are so sweet,
Your perfume
Fills the room
And seduces the evil intent
In my lustful body.

How could I,
How could any man, wish to corrupt
So beautiful,
So perfect,
A flower?

You are so naïve in yor splendour,
So splendid in your naïveté,
So angelic,
So divine,
So perfect.

But underneath that heavenly, most-wonderful-in-all-Creation-exterior,
I bet you’re not so fucking innocent!

[The above was first published in the 1987 anthology We’re Coming For Your Telecom Shares.]

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