Mme. Bovary, I do not like you
(But I appreciate your visit.)
You’re overblown
And speak of nothing
Still, I treasure your company.
I’m expecting a visit from Don Quixote
(He’s meeting me at the White Castle)
He has things to say.
You could learn from him, Madame.
Still, I treasure your company.
I think it’s time you leave
There are other I must meet
Sherlock’s in the shithouse shooting up
And Godot’s waiting for me
Still, I treasure your company.
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