All dames are alike .
They reach down your throat,
and pull it out.
grab your heart…
They throw it on the floor…
and
they step on it with their high
heels .
They
oven,
then
They
slam
spit on it, shove it
in the
cook the shit out of
it.
slice it into little
pieces ,
it on a hunk of toast.
… and they serve it to ya.
They expect you to say
“Thanks, honey, it’s delicious . ”
Steve Martin, 1982