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 ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments7
I might swoon - giving head? Don't answer that. i.e. don't explain it to me in public! lol.
Fido says I should stick to making bread myself. lol.
So.... church is not just made up of little old ladies. 😁
thanks for stopping by Steven .. Neville
Cry in’ and Lyin’ sounds like she now is in the circular file like the newspaper of Yesterday!
I think coil would fit nicely .. but until I know for sure .. I shall keep you in the loop sir ..
First of all Neville, "giving head, that is
and making bread" is my line!!! 😝 Second, she seems to be all over the place....but, aren't we all in some way? 😆 Still...inspiration!
please accept my apology .. I shall go scan your entire portfolio and delete accordingly .. 💜
LOL I'm joking! you better not!!! This is brilliant!!! 💜
Here's to the 'Sixties!!.......and the Seventies..... and maybe their daughters linger on...... and granddau.......
You should never speak with your mouth full sir .. 🍒🍷😎👍
Duly noted........................................... ............................................................ ....................................................................🤣
Today's Muse here yet?!
your poems are always so lovely. Thank you Neville
Bless you Kinsey & you are always so kind to them .. Thank you .. Neville 🤍
She sounds a bit like a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, as any good muse should be. You broaden my horizons my friend, and for that I have to thank you.
Thank you so much my friend .. what welcome words you have left here for me again .. Neville
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