Neville

Good Time Girl

Good Time Girl

Just flicking through old brown photographs

Killing time growing old pretending not to care

Collecting dust and dandruff from her

Precious locks of hair

The walls of her apartment are littered

With the centrefolds of women’s magazines

She claims not be to a martyr

But admits to being many other things

Today she spends her time remembering

The many times she gave relief and once got

Fifteen quid plus syphilis from a politician

On the other side of town