My Human Disguise.
The Madame has seldom been to the opera.
The loud music and gay costumes are amusing,
But she isn’t bedazzled by the “theatre”
Of bad acting and wobbly coloratura.
Her gaze into opera glasses accusing,
She scans the rows below for her wild creature,
That red-haired freckled feckless little “ingenue,”
Possessing neither loyalty, brains, or virtue.
Madame has taken chances in public before.
Still, this is business — she can’t afford to ignore
The traitorous behavior of a popular whore.
She doesn’t notice that she's being watched as well.
One of her regulars, a cop, an aging swell,
Is outraged — when he sees her next he’ll give her hell!
