Yesterday’s Muse
She hides
and so well
behind
a makeshift
façade
of feigned
innocence,
hippy chick
tie dyed tops
and her
collection of
old torn
Victorian
lace ..
She lives in
some
kind of
smoke free,
and sterile
world of
gold gilded
fantasies ..
Yet she sucks
on Marlboro
lights
and tells lies ..
The kind
that only
a spoilt child
or psychopath
might tell
on a bad hair
day ..
She cries a lot
too at
the drop of
a hat ..
She still goes
to church on
Sundays tho’ ..
Between
giving head,
that is
and making
bread,
that is
for old ladies ..
Which
just about
sums up
yesterdays
muse
and so perfectly ..