Poor Madame la Pompadour must have been feeling <br />so down when she tried to get up two days in a row, <br />despite the Bogeyman behind her door, but Sinusman <br />claimed her in the end, a terrible attack, so she has to <br />stay in bed, cannot join us in the office <br /> <br />Like Tchaikovsky holding his head while conducting – <br />scared of decapitation if he let go, she too cannot move <br />for fear her head will fall; so she imprisoned at home by <br />Agoraphobia while Xenophobia makes any movement <br />outside her yard impossible, <br /> <br />She needs a cohort of doctors and medley of psychiatrists <br />to deal with her extreme symptoms, can no longer drive <br />endless miles from East Rand to the humble Kingsley <br />Centre where she is employed; but she concluded that <br />her presence is a great privilege to be treasured by those <br /> <br />She lords over, so she will only venture forth when she <br />feels as glamorous as Angelina Jolie and as impressively <br />aggressive as George Eliot or Virginia Woolf<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thus-sinus-said-revised/
