September 8th, 2001

indigo

A Poem by Dorothy Parker

maboo just showed me this.

I find it a great poem.



In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love with you!