I start. In doing so, I feel some shame. I have betrayed
Myself. Come on, is there the slightest value in another
Platinum blonde suburbanite done up in black? There
Isn't, I remind myself. Such babes, out here, are cheap
And common, piloting their German cars from coffee
Shops to chic boutiques... and yet, she turned to stare
At me, her sculpted body, like a virus, turning mine into
A helpless zombie subject to her will. Should I submit,
She'd leave me wanting, smile, climb into her car,
And go back home to greet her husband, who, I'm sure,
Is better-looking, and makes more than I.