You come to me, promising
To comb out my white hair
I leave you all my wealth
Claiming your body in return.
I caress you, and you tell all
who care to hear;
‘When my daddy comes, all
my contradictions will be resolved.’
Since then it’s been a whole parade of problems
Tomorrow a baptism, tonight a death, at dawn
a marriage.
Without lamenting, I gave you all I possess
Knowing that you lie to me
I decided to give you no more money and you
accepted my blackmail and lay with me.
You tell everybody that I’m your
daddy and not your lover. Our bed
knows the truth.
Young girls, leave the old alone
they have discovered all your tricks in their
smallest particulars.
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