The tv blares
Its empty promises
Of laughter and easy ***
If I look like her
Will I get laid?
And for a moment,
My 55 year old body
Remembers what it was
To look like that.
The tv goes off and
I go read a book.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 6:36 PM UTC
The tv blares
Its empty promises
Of laughter and easy ***
If I look like her
Will I get laid?
And for a moment,
My 55 year old body
Remembers what it was
To look like that.
The tv goes off and
I go read a book.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011
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