Old, Old Women

Old, old women, melting into dust,

Old, old women, free of periods and lust.

The tartan trolley and the abandoned boots,

The HRT and the skanky grey roots.

Old, old women, loose about the town,

Stopping Juan and tying him down,

Talking to him like he is his dad,

Spanking him when he's been bad.

Old, old women, no teeth and very near death,

Old, old women, have a whiskey smell upon their breath,

Old, old women are not as innocent as they look,

We saw one push a car a mile with her OAP right hook.

- Miguel C. Kesey

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