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by Dannie - Lyon

Wednesday, June 29, 2011
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A criticism of women who, despite fast-approaching old age,desperately try to cheat nature by living a promiscuous life. At the end of the day, they end up as old maids with no prospects of marriage.

It is you I'm talking to;
You whose past lay in the gutter.
The Adam that sired you, even in our day
could ill-afford a mite-head of butter.
His Eve, until her last say
was competing for flesh with the pin.

When last did you eat from a bin,
you whose hovel was a pig sty;
whose hobby was to remain perpetually high?
How did you hook me so cheaply
like a hooked fish out of water?
Was I drugged with the opium
of your withering beauty
or inebriated by the wine
of innate feminine allure?

It is you I'm talking to;
You who think you can mask your past
in layers of rainbow-tainted mascara.
It is you I'm talking to;
You who constrain flabby flesh
in straits of spaghetti and drainpipes
and try to march it down the aisle
of discofied fantasy and dwindling youth
on a pair of gnarled stilletoes.

It is you I'm railing at;
You who drill holes in men's pouches
with nothing to show for chastity,
not to mention fidelity.

It is you I'm howling at,Jezebel.
What is the time on your watch?
Behold, the bells are summoning yet another pair
to the Cathedral aisle
along whose route you had thrice slipped.

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