Rats, lions and one Diva

I set a lovely trap for the rat. And I got not just one, but two. Father and daughter-turned-hooker. And I'm laughing my butt off, so that means I'm laughing a whole whole lot because well, it's the butt word I'm using. I laugh because the dad was so adamant his daughter would never wear micro skirts and pout just like some silly girl who deserved a slap. But that's how it turned out. I never had a doubt, I think I just won myself a wager too. And now I know their exact intentions. And I wasn't wrong. Facebook is a lovely way to get to know everything, especially if you're under some nom-de-plume, which is not illegal by any means, and since it was my brother darling who suggested that I run his Facebook in the first place because he has no idea how it works, I thought I deserved giving myself a little pressie for all the hard labour I went to. So now I know, and since the rat had a head start, the rat also being disastrous as in how Facebook works, I have surpassed the head start and am now winning the rat race. Which is going to be a hellish race anyway. It will still mean that a lot of tears will be shed by yours truly. I'm not sure it will still be called a rat race anymore, because I am so sure it will graduate to a Roman lion's arena and not many will be cheering me on. Because I guess I will not stoop so low. I feel that I do not have to compete for attention because my family should be mine without any extra effort. As to which lion will be cheered on, well I cannot force people to do the right thing, not even if the people are my own flesh and blood. What a jungle. And it's called a Philharmonic. And people come to see us dolled up in black tie and think we're nice, clever, educated and polite. Yeah right. It's an underworld, nicely tagged as a Philharmonic underworld, but still an underworld. An underworld rife with Obsessive Compulsive Disorders, mostly sex mad, power mad, and never musical mad. It's a lot about sex over there, take it from me, it's incessantly sex and not sexy. It's also a dissonant kind of harmony. It's just like any child putting on their best behaviour right before some Parents' Evening. Then it just goes mayhem the second the curtain is closed. And I think how lucky I am to not attend a Philharmonic every day as I did for 14+ years. I now attend schools just as I did when I was 4. And it's no jungle, no underworld; although you do get the odd church mouse, but not a sewage rat. At least that is what I feel, and I hope I am right. The day I discover a sewage rat in any school will be a very sad day for me. Hopefully I won't. I've just got a call from brother darling who is calling me 'pupa'. Yeah right, the things our consciences make us say and do. I just cut off without saying a word. I dislike butt-lickers even if they happen to be my twin brother. He can lick my butt all he likes, which will be a very laborious job both as in physical as well as in metaphor. Actions speak volumes. And I am not about to be sweet talked by a the four letter word 'pupa'. I'm no dolly, I am what I am, and that is one big diva which incidentally is also another four letter word, but one which does me justice. Diva. That is me.