It is possible I haven't been entirely frank with you.
You're not ready for the truth
I lied to you through all your lives as years
unfolded one-by-one and I maintained
I was middle-aged and a geek. Inexcusable,
I know, but when you are a supermodel, discretion
is a way of life. I do not feed the tabloid fiends
and horny creeps, who stalk my casualestest friends
and this is why, also, when I had to go collect
my Nobel prize, I used an assumed name
—I said that I was 'Ann' and they assumed it true.
And what else can you do, when you're out fighting crime
in the ancient city night, and an old fashioned journo
with his poppy flash bulb and huge camera
doorsteps you dropping stocking-headed men
on the precinct house steps.
Who is this masked hero?
—of course, you lie.
No comments:
Post a Comment