Gussy up your
humps
and jiggles
and your curves
and polish up
your politesse:
anticipate
the swerves
of going out
and coming
back through every
unpredictable
exactitude
of social
interaction –
sidestep,
when you can,
the squall –
and undertake
insidiously
to effect
the
likelihood that you will
have a ball.
Write, don’t read,
the writing
on the wall. Is there
any more? Not
as I recall.
No, I think that’s all..
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