Thursday, November 19, 2015

DRUNKEN WOMEN OF A CERTAIN AGE




Drunken women of a certain age
In mellow stupor’s silent rage
Little of your life you made
In public places you parade
You joke and flirt in giddy glee
For those who really never see
That anesthesia is your aim
Unspoken past your hidden claim
Befriending all, but friend to none
Truth tell you are the only one
And those of you that I have known
Drink even more when all alone
Protesting when your story’s told
Your heart so empty, bright, and sold
Who once you were forever lost
Persona vino such great cost
Know you and your sorority
Simply do not interest me.

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