Diary of a Countryside Lady 17.11.10@8.20
THE ODE TO A 21 LRT BUS
The mink coat upped and said.
Why, oh why am I dead?
Who in their right mind
Decided to spread
Me wide
Here?
Who is this woman?
With the snide
Uppity look?
Was I really fed and fattened
For mere
Display,
On this very day?
Is today
The beginning
Of the rest of my life.
No, just the end to claustrophobic,
Caged strife!
How queer.
Was I really spoonfed rich food?
Did I ever have it so good?
Or as I only supplied for the 'good'
Of / to the upper classes?
At least the masses
The majority of mankind
One doth tend to find
Are kinder.
Or blinder
To fur.
They wear tweed.
Cloth.
And wool,
Which after all is just as cool.
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