May 6
GRANNY SHOCKS THE GRANDCHILDREN
me I always
wore a yellow pinafore dress
displaying my what-should-not-be-seen
or a Sgt. Pepper's jacket
serving as a dress...showing off
buttocks & knickers to great effect
moved from squat to squat
lived on hash and Mateus Rosé
***?was just...eh...there
I had loads of lads
loads of lads had me
music and *** - the twin gods
forget "I wanna hold your hand"
we were Stones fans mannnnn
sang "Lets spend the night together"
I wanted to be Juliette Gréco
read/re-read THE STORY OF O
De Sade's 120 DAYS OF *****
?morals?
yeah!yeah!yeah!
whatever
we were all of us always
trying to find ourselves
or escape from ourselves
Granda was mad
bad and gorgeous to know
like straying off the path into
the forest of a fairy story
a **** scary beast
my very own big bad wolf
an Mmmmmmmm
kind of man
"Eat me...eat me!" I'd yell at him
*** was that...what
cheered up those forever
endless rainy British afternoon
*
All the young folk saw was an old lady and they couldn't imagine the life she led when young and how the world appeared then to the youth and what they thought they could do. Youth was the new currency and ***...fashion...morals....politics...music were all thrown up in the air. "The '60's..?" she'd smirked in answer to their questions as if she were a history book rather than a real life flesh and blood individual - "...you just had to be there!"
me I always
wore a yellow pinafore dress
displaying my what-should-not-be-seen
or a Sgt. Pepper's jacket
serving as a dress...showing off
buttocks & knickers to great effect
moved from squat to squat
lived on hash and Mateus Rosé
***?was just...eh...there
I had loads of lads
loads of lads had me
music and *** - the twin gods
forget "I wanna hold your hand"
we were Stones fans mannnnn
sang "Lets spend the night together"
I wanted to be Juliette Gréco
read/re-read THE STORY OF O
De Sade's 120 DAYS OF *****
?morals?
yeah!yeah!yeah!
whatever
we were all of us always
trying to find ourselves
or escape from ourselves
Granda was mad
bad and gorgeous to know
like straying off the path into
the forest of a fairy story
a **** scary beast
my very own big bad wolf
an Mmmmmmmm
kind of man
"Eat me...eat me!" I'd yell at him
*** was that...what
cheered up those forever
endless rainy British afternoon
*
All the young folk saw was an old lady and they couldn't imagine the life she led when young and how the world appeared then to the youth and what they thought they could do. Youth was the new currency and ***...fashion...morals....politics...music were all thrown up in the air. "The '60's..?" she'd smirked in answer to their questions as if she were a history book rather than a real life flesh and blood individual - "...you just had to be there!"
