Defamation: Speak not ill of the dead ~ Monday, April 14, 2025

My parents named me, Sandra Kay Sanford
yet, through subterfuge and a bit of luck

pluck, and occasionally, a good fuck
as my ex-husband was not but I was
resourcefulness was key to change my name
every time, I heard Sandy Sanford, [cringe]
nerves throughout my body tingled with rage
to think my parents thought it was a joke
still, it was a good joke as it made it

necessary for me to marry him
and his family had, for me, a way out
maybe it was a bit superficial
especially, after we got divorced
damned if you do, damned if you don't, you know

maybe it was a bit superficial
especially, after we got divorced

Sandra Kay da Cunha, government name
and I kept it, professional reasons
not because I am superficial, no
definitely not but yes, a good fuck
reasonable men lack passion, you see
and my ex-husband read philosophy

Knock on the door of opportunity
as opportunity knocks but just once
yes, I am a good fuck, I want it all

Save me the grief, I am a woman, see
and I've tasted the raw end of the stick
no double entendre, that's a blow job
frankly, he failed at everything, in love
or other matters, he wrote poetry
really, I liked him, at first, but he lacked
destiny, and I am American

yes, his family came from Goa, he said
eventually, that he would return there
this never transpired, he never left home

though, he drove to the bookstore in Hyde Park
how we lasted five years, I'll never know
remember, I am a woman who works
only, as a Speech Language Therapist
understanding the needs of old people
given eating disorders as adults
humans need my professionalism

sometimes, it is necessary to win
under any circumstances, as life
basically, is not about the high road
taking the high road, and acting noble
even if people could, it's not normal
really, Rui Carlos da Cunha knows
forget that I married him out of love
unless Machiavelli's a sweet man
guys like my ex-husband, want each woman
every woman they can get but they can't

ask for what they want, to communicate
not simply through defense mechanisms
defense mechanisms is what he learned

as his family was dysfunctional, no

bite the hand that feeds, and I fed him well
if he could think, he would have been a chef
that his mother was a good cook was nice

only, mom made him chicken and dumplings
for every time, we came back to Clanton

let me say less about my own parents
under the circumstances, he liked them
circumstances made him not keep in touch
kindness, they missed him in Alabama