God Damn Her

I had to save her. I had no choice. Look what he was doing to her.
He was torturing her. He was raping her. He was draining her blood
& selling it for guns & drugs & pornography. And he was getting set to
come to my place & rape & torture my girl too & drain her blood & sell
it for gold mirrors & marble halls & black hair dye from Madagascar.

So I did it. I saved her. I said I was & I did. I barged in & caught
him & taught him a lesson or two. Oh, yeah. Caught him hiding in a
closet. Big man. Big man in a little closet. Forget about him. I took
care of him. I'm taking care of him.

I'm taking care of her, too. And she loves me for it. Loved. She dances
around me in her scarves. Danced. For a day. Then she stole from me.
Well, she stole from herself but what he left behind was mine because I
wasn't going to save her for nothing, was I? I would have, if she
hadn't had anything, I mean, if he hadn't left anything behind, but
what was his was now half mine, at the very least. And she was stealing
it from me right under my nose.

So I had to teach her a lesson, too. She wouldn't hold still. I had to
handcuff her to question her, just to see if she would tell me the
truth, because I knew already what she was like now. Staring at me
like I could have been him, defiance all over her, in her burning
eyes and sneering mouth. She stomped the ground and spat in my face.

And still she stole from me, handcuffed & gagged. She broke things,
pulled her hair out & jammed the machinery. I suspected she had friends
on the outside. I told her, I warned her, but she wouldn't listen. I
had to slap her to get her attention. I had to humiliate her for her
own good. I had to rape her a little. Had to torture her some. She just
wouldn't listen. Didn't get it. Wouldn't believe me, what I could do if
she made me & forced me & left me no choice. I had to drain a little of
her blood to weaken her enough to believe in my strength.

Nothing works. Nothing. I need to get out of here. I need to get away
from her. I wish I'd never heard of her, never saved her. I need to get
back to my own girl but I'm stuck here with this crazy bitch. She won't
let me go. I can't go. Besides, I'm not done. She thinks she can get
away with this. If I leave now, tail between my legs, word'll get out:
He's weak, the Bitch has won.

I don't know what to do. What can I do? More of the same: Rape, Torture, Drain Her Blood.

Listen, god damn it. If she did this to both of us, him first & now me,
it can't be an accident, can't be coincidence.

Of course. Oh my God. It's her. It's got to be. God damn her. She did
this. She did all of it. Did she know what she was doing the whole
time? Does it matter now? She's ruined me. I saved her & she ruined me.
God damn her. God damn her. I gotta get outta here. But I can't go.
I need help. If only somebody would help me. Who would help me? If only
somebody would barge in & save me from her, I would be totally
eternally grateful I would do anything I would be so happy & free oh I
would dance in scarves around whoever saves me from oh god damn her oh
if only who will save oh god damn me.

Sorry, I haven't seen her around.

I'll let her know you were looking for her.

Took me a minute, but you're right. Bush thinks he's taking care of Iraq, but he's hurting "her", then it turns bad and he needs someone to help him get away from "her".

I think............:shrug:

is whether to get into it or not.

Come to think of it, that's where I always go wrong.

that it's going to be a bloody uncontrollable catastrophe.

Get out of that closet!