| A STEP-MOTHER drove me from home, embittering me. | |
| A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue. | |
| For years I was his mistress—no one knew. | |
| I learned from him the parasite cunning | |
| With which I moved with the bluffs, like a flea on a dog. | 5 |
| All the time I was nothing but “very private” with different men. | |
| Then Daniel, the radical, had me for years. | |
| His sister called me his mistress; | |
| And Daniel wrote me: “Shameful word, soiling our beautiful love!” | |
| But my anger coiled, preparing its fangs. | 10 |
| My Lesbian friend next took a hand. | |
| She hated Daniel’s sister. | |
| And Daniel despised her midget husband. | |
| And she saw a chance for a poisonous thrust: | |
| I must complain to the wife of Daniel’s pursuit! | 15 |
| But before I did that I begged him to fly to London with me. | |
| “Why not stay in the city just as we have?” he asked. | |
| Then I turned submarine and revenged his repulse | |
| In the arms of my dilettante friend. Then up to the surface, | |
| Bearing the letter that Daniel wrote me, | 20 |
| To prove my honor was all intact, showing it to his wife, | |
| My Lesbian friend and everyone. | |
| If Daniel had only shot me dead! | |
| Instead of stripping me naked of lies, | |
| A harlot in body and soul! | 25 |