Do it to avoid her pale-blue doorframe looks!

She has a mind to die and do it in a sunbath,

Deep in honey-light brightness, concentrating:

"Roll over, regret it in the morning, babe, roll over,

Be my valentine and sink your soul some more!"

Failure to acquiesce is failure to save her,

Compliance is a routine lobotomical irony.

Nails scratching at your back, you TURN OVER,

KICK HER DOWN and have a nighty-night.