Her one rich wish is to write a book about
A Venetian mother's problems on a barge in little
Venice

She peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother
Who's theatrical in character
Wise just like Socrates
She sinks her nails into the aged canvas
But the power from the wordster's head was cool and
shrill and frightening

Miss Drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise
longue
She types some acid words to her hairless Havana art
dealer

Her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau
in Virginia Waters
Free from all those culture vultures