Why look for Love when all the world’s
aflame
By now we know we are the fools of
dreams
Our sires, our luck, our blindness are
to blame
Despite the bromides of rife Facebook
memes
Our faces are wrinkled, our boobs doth
sag
We will remain unfamous and dirt poor
I am naught but an aging rhyming hag
A good twenty years past a saucy whore
No longer can I await Prince Charming
Nor you for a witty and brilliant slut
Age has a way of neatly disarming
And kicking our fantasies in the gut
Today, today is our only pleasure
Let me learn at last to savor leisure
speaking of the past, is that the back of your head in this photo?:
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