Tanglefoot's Mistress

Tanglefoot's mistress is in distress

She cannot concede that this unholy mess

Is part of her psyche or part of her life

Or anything other than wrong.

Tanglefoot's mistress has not used her sight

For thirty five days and thirty four nights

Some call it blindness this void that she sings

But I know the words to the song.

The End

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