middle age

middle age is peeking at me.

she sits in the corner
lifting her skirts to the heavens
crosses a knobby knee
and winks a heavily mascara’d eye
in my direction.

bitch is not my type


11 thoughts on “middle age

      1. i suppose it could be if you got creative enough to look at it that way…or were sensitive to the issue to see that in everything, jones 😉

        chocolate croissant just happen to be my favorite.

        1. I’ve had blue-eyed, blonde cousins, so I think the whole idea of race is a fiction. My historical research backs it up. The concept does amuse me, since others think it’s real.

      1. Oh she’ll leave, eventually. She’ll get pushed out by another. That’s the one I fear. This one? She’s just irritating.

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