Ophelia was a bride of god
A novice Carmelite
In sister cells the cloister bells
Tolled on her wedding night
Ophelia was a rebel girl
A blue stocking suffragette
Who remedied society
Between her cigarettes
Ophelia was a sweetheart
To the nation over night
Curvaceous thighs
Vivacious eyes
Love was at first sight...
Ophelia was a demigoddess
In pre war Babylon
So statuesque a silhouette
In black satin evening gowns
Ophelia was the mistress to a
Vegas gambling man
Signora Ophelia Maraschina
Mafia courtesan
Ophelia was a circus queen
The female cannonball
Projected through five flaming hoops
To wild and shocked applause...
Ophelia was a cyclone, tempest
A god damned hurricane
Your common sense
Your best defense
Lay wasted and in vain
Opheliad know your every woe
And pain youd ever had
Shed sympathize
And dry your eyes
And help you to forget...
Ophelias mind went wandering
Youd wonder where shed gone
Through secret doors
Down corridors
Shed wander them alone
All alone...
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