After you turn fifty,
women tend to look
six inches over your head,
as if your genes
are a pile of dog ****
not worthy of registering
in their senses
much less allowing
inside their
worthy bodies.
After sixty
they consign you
without a thought
to the biological
dumpster.
The seeds of
this evolutionary
disaster are planted
even earlier.
No blame:
they are only
listening to
the humming
of their ovaries.

  ~mce

Where everyone
is damaged goods,
there are
no damaged goods.

  ~mce

Topeo Julie, she shows you what to do
She'll take your hand and see you through
Never asking questions whats your name
Its all the same its in the game
Topeo Julie stranded without grace
Fifty dollars in any place
Forcing a smile to please the guy
A gala performance amidst the sighs
Remembers a time not long ago
A younger girl upon the road
Seeking excitement and things to do
Left for the city to see them through
Topeo Julie cries with shame
Reads the letter with her mothers name
We're doing fine how are you
Your friends are asking for you too
A busy night in a town of doom
Faraway scream from an empty room
People in a hurry to get on by
Nobody rushes to reason why
Topeo Julie cries in vain
The final words of her mothers name
Topeo Julie stranded without grace
Fifty dollars left in place.

You couldn’t deny her beauty
The papers remind you everyday
The pictures in vogue
Testament of today
She portrays the perfect woman
The envy of many
The hatred of many more
But no woman is perfect
They all have flaws
She closes the door
Leaving the world behind
Time to unwind
Finds her little cache
The powder of life
Loves little hope
For awhile she’s lost in dreams
The demons scream
Tomorrow the cameras flash
To the most beautiful woman in the world.

Do you think of other women when we make love
No, no, and definitely no
I do
Well, I’m pleased for him and you, and really pleased if it’s her and you.
Strange how you mentioned Mary in your sleep.
Well I can hardly be responsible for my subconscious, plus I don’t know any Marys.
What about her in Liverpool.
Lets not go there again.
Mary, three gardens down with the *****.
Ah, that was a text alert from Jeff the bird watcher, something about a rare speckled breast, never saw it myself.
Not even with they perv binoculars you use, I mean how would you feel if some guy was perving over me.
He  wouldn’t be, you’re not perv material. Now if it was your twin sister, then that’s a definite text alert, how is she anyway.
Probably on her back with the Air Corp.
I would love to be in that flyby.
Yeah, well you would know all about flying with my sister.
I thought she was you.
She’s got blond hair and ******* for Christsakes.
I thought you had a makeover. How did she get bigger **** than you anyway, did you get the brains.
Let me see, I’m with you.
There you go, no need to answer that, why don’t I take you for some retail therapy, followed by a candlelit dinner, and wait for it, the big game is on tonight, does it get any better than that.
Twenty two guys kicking a ball, think I'll phone my sister, that flyby sounds more appealing now.