Country girl; if I'd had the tools, I would have tried to extract her
From the unlovely creatures she sat among, grifters and bigots,
Zealots and cretins. Seeing them leering at her, who so clearly
Was worth more than all of them weighed as one, I grew angry.
She should made off with me, but, honestly, I'm not so sure that
She knew that, and I lacked the means to help her flee.