Her’s was a parvenus route without
valid qualifications – apart from her
betrothal to a provincial manager &
his executive home – such stiffened
allures are a kind of love – a security
[rarely bodies]/ Her yearning to f#ck
a young builder was never a shock –
see her hubby [such a bore tuned to
Radio Two] He always answered to
loud calls of full pints & pulling men
beneath pub beams – sharing gags –
[old misogynists & racists always do]
Her love re-ignited [for her husband]
after she found she could not afford
to live without his pudgy currencies
Half of everything was never enough
Half a life of sadness – her new price
He paid for her new hard tits – they’re
rearing her lover’s grin [life’s still shit]