Bess Edgeworth


Curly’s ex in her red dress
Complex and argumentative
Greetings from a sincere friend
She says from the bungalow
With the voice of exalted speech
I’d be offended if you didn’t
Not the place you’d expect to find her
But here we are drinking and romping
Keep pouring Slowly becoming magnetic
With her stylistic tics and the undue
Influence of a shortie nightgown
Honestly it does sadden me a great deal
The glorious screaming end of
The harlot straddling the beast
Still alive or living still But
I’m just something between
Her and the darkness

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