I am the pink princess of poetry
I say what I have in my heart
I am a lady of worth.
My body is very naughty but its mine.
My body is a bugger.
My body is Mike’s only.
My voice is in my body – hear me scream.
My voice can talk to fairies, shhhh.
My voice left me when I was little. Bye voice.
My sex is alive and kicking – look out.
My sex is hidden behind the curtain of my stupid body.
My sex is a roaring tiger waiting for its kill.
My sex is a roaring pink tiger waiting for its kill.
My bones are jiggly, juggly, boney and stiff.
My bones ache for love and lust.
My bones can tell who’s been naughty and nice.
I miss having my cords with me all day.
I miss being young enough to be naughty and cute enough to get away with it.
I want to learn how to get drunk so I can miss it.
It might make me feel weird.
It might make my head go funny.
I could probably vomit and make a big mess.
I could become a crazy cat and do many silly things.
But it still might be heaps of fun.
I miss that fun I haven’t had. Come and play with me fun.
I have never had a sore head the next day.
I sometimes now have trouble remembering things. It could be worse.
I am much prettier without it.
Other people are prettier with it.
I am much, much funnier without it, I hope.
