Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The hat fits,
the hair in place,
the features
of the face

in the dressing
table mirror,
lie: aged
in lines and wrinkles,

and Mina knows it,
and wants it
as it was
back then,

and how it was
with men.
O yes,
mother'd say:

they have their place,
have their limitations,
but she was saying
how she thought it

ought to be,
not as it was for her
and women like
her back then,

with men.
The hat needs
a little adjustment,
slightly to the left,

just so.
O and sister
had her words
on men too,

and she had
that big heap
of flesh and shite,
as any woman might,

and she said:
O you don't want
him or not
that one to me,

and I didn't,
left it to them
to choose,
so I guess

I was bound
to loose.
C'est la vie,
as it is with me.