COLD GLOOM OF INDIFFERENCE
BE MELTED BY MY SWORD OF UTILITY
I LOOK FOR PATRONS NOT FOR THOSE WHO WOULD PATRONIZE ME
MY DRIVE SHOWS ME GREAT BEAUTY
WHY DOES EVERYONE TURN AWAY AS IF THEY DID NOT SEE?
THE GARNISH MUST BE WRONG!
MY FACADE! MY FACADE!
BUT WAIT… I DO NOT MEAN TO PATRONIZE, BUT TO PRACTICE PATIENCE.
IT IS SUCH A FINE AND VACILLATING LINE…
THAT MAKES ME FEEL SUCH A HYPOCRITE
1988