Bras and skirts (later heightened to obscenity)
Cleavage proposing investigation!
Poses with Polaroid’s, hidden in desk drawers,
Exposed, but, still wearing panties
Pasted under peek a boo panty hose.
She never shaved then, why should she? Bikinis were not “in.”
What you wanted to grab was only a blush
Squished into a sandwich of sin.
Didn’t we get married then?
Boyfriend throws away the playboy!
But, keeps it under his bed! That dirty dog!
Even then, it was better than the Sears catalog’s
Sticky pages, “Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys.” *
Married, divorced with children, avoiding nuclear war;
Bomb shelters, not being aware the bomb went off in our back yard.
Elementary school, high school, and college, if we went that far.
Shedding sideburns, gartered stockings, no hair or no stockings at all.
Settled in with Social Security, a little retirement,
And still dry humping. Waiting for the real thing to fall.
What’s the bitch? Bastard! Yup, it was your call.
No it wasn’t, you ate the apple too, and said it was my fault!
And, when I think about it, shit, how did this happen?
I guess we’re not perfect at all!
We is, because, we isn’t.
Well, then it was our call.
*Shakespeare…Cymbeline: IV, ii
“…Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.”