Oh to think!

Just a little more clout … a bit more greed on the part of some of those wonderful men you know, 

And you could have been with one of the infamous island crowd. Yes, that island.

Maybe you were, or are, but they simply were not big enough fish to be named.

But you know they would have been there if offered that shot at the deranged.

You know what they are, behind the semblance of upstanding. You lived it. 

You know their caliber of perversity, but, if you haven’t let yourself recognize it yet, 

They have surely shown it by their open deeds, their heresy, their open lustings. 

Simply by their connections, which they proudly list.

You know your “pious” past choices would have jumped at the chance, 

Salivated for the opportunity to defile youth in the embrace of opulence, 

The opportunity to make connections and satiate their loathsome illness for power. 

Does that sound like exaggeration? Does it make you hate me more? Does it ring untrue? 

Because the more you think it unthinkable, the surer it is what in mind they fantasize to do.

The sicknesses of greed and depravity, they go hand and hand, 

Sins of a feather based in control, chased without a doubt by your trust-fund-baby band. 

You just haven’t aimed high enough … or, more correctly, low enough.

Have not debased yourself enough to hit the jackpot. 

But there’s still time, time to catch another sociopathic man child clad in gold, 

And, as you’ve publicly admitted, you do their bidding, what you’re told. 

And what type of real man would want a spineless slave?

The type who’d take advantage of anyone, even the underage. (Like the one who openly showed everyone they would, who you keep anyway because anyone in your clique is “good.”) 

But were you as bad as they when their eyes were distracted? 

Is that why they rid themselves of you? 

Why do you claim so many who are less than decent, who all know each other? A favorite oddly younger? Have you been passed around? 

Were you a bad girl, for we all know your faith is feigned, a hollow crown?

If not or if so but regretted, then you could have escaped that stain. 

You could have chosen a clean start with one who loved you deeply, if silently in pain.

A simple life without pretension, but with deep passion and honesty. 

To be valued as a woman, a person, was, apparently, not your cup of tea. 

And, instead, you chose the would-be kings of sick and secret sins, the avaricious and insincere instead of me.