I had book signings, I met a few celebrities, a movie deal was worked out, I was
Time's Man of the Year. I told them about my past, and how my cousin had touched me when I was little.
"It always stuck with me throughout the rest of my life."
And they nodded, eating it up like you eat a cream-filled chocolate muffin, savoring the insides. They liked the
taste; and soon they became obese. Yet they hungered for more, so what was I supposed to do? I fed them more muffins.
Anyway, so the ho ho's and I had a big parade, singing our song, the fat cholesterol song. We were happy, and we
lived happily ever after. The great part is; I don't feel the least bit guilty.
I mean, I was the victim after all, right Sally? |