Not-so-Great Awakening

She went to Catholic school
and never dissected a frog.
But, I did.
She never dissected her world.
But, I did.
Her only problem was a finger-
length skirt before she met me.

It was hard to convince her
that France wasn't that bad.
Harder still to swallow the idea that
maybe Nietzsche was onto something and
that Sister Mary Catherine was full of pomp and shit.

I wasn't out to corrupt anybody,
maybe just broaden some horizons.
Fuck, some people just need that, right?
I was just trying to help
her through the dark,
and at least she still used
her rosary as a bookmark.