It doesn’t interest me to use
other people. It’s the reason
I don’t work on Wall St. or in
some other corporate office
        climbing as high as I can go
so I can
                  lord it over others
too numerous to
count.

At least, that’s what I thought
until I used you. Without love, without
affection, without even
friendship.
You were simply an
idea of which I
                    took advantage.
And I am using you still,
                    right here, right

                    now.