Hot


I've reached the point of middle age
Where comfortable is all the rage.
The sexy heels that said I'm hot are now the flats that say I'm not
That pre-pubescent boxy bod is back again, and just as odd.
I have no butt, my waist is huge.
I dress with lots of subterfuge.
I don't fit into normal clothes
Lots of shifts and panty hose
Tweezing, bleaching facial hair
Lining lashes that aren't there.
Styles in vogue when I was young now demand a steel pierced tongue
How did things come down to this?
I cough or sneeze and have to piss
Episodes of flashy heat and bunions on my SWollen feet.
All in all it's not so bad
I laugh it off and don't feel sad.
Hot is hot, we're meant to be
At twenty-one or fifty-three!

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