"Immaculate VD"
by Walt Whitman

Immaculate VD is what she had
woke up one day predictably sad
the tidy bed, untroubled sleep
she spent those nights in a lonely heap.

Gonorrhea, fuck, and then syphilis,
why should my life be so like this?

Immaculate VD and everyone knew
such sorrow as that, it grew and grew
she felt real bad, a warning sign?
called friends, called strangers,
toll-free hotline.

My ass, wanna touch, is like cheese rind
why should my life be so unkind?

She went to school, was super nice
each hello, a roll of the dice.
She went to parties, but grief accrued
Immaculate VD is solitude.

A one-eared chef answered my ad
Why is my life so relentlessly bad?

How does it happen, no kids in the pen
calls an ex, "oh, you again?"
Immaculate VD, what wisdom here?
about the future she's so unclear.

Well what the hell, I'm so withdrawn
why should my life go on and on?

But then a friend with friendly words
and that movie quoting Strindberg
all things possible and likely
even for me, Immaculate VD.

--feemur, ’02