I was bored and in search of a cheap trill.
A trill that would cost me next to nothing;
at the same time, translate into something.
There was no need to think of a grand plan.
I was certain it would all work out well
to make the alter ego in me swell,
metamorphose into a Mr. Hyde.
Done once, done twice, make it thrice in a row!
Yet cruel fate awaits. Caught in the act.
Even the best laid plans do go awry.
And now the whole world knows of my misdeeds.
Lambast, chastise, rebuke, condemn me please.
Let fire torch my soul, let it be cleansed.
Banish me to the earth’s infernal depths.

Lionel L
(21 Apr 2000)

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