My hair cemented into place
Each blown out curl plastered back from my face
The due inspired by medusa
My thick rimmed glasses pressed on firmly
Cover half of my face, nevertheless
They are the eyes with which I see
Thrusting my hands on my hips
I wield my trash bag with pride
A breeze throws back my flower patterned jacket
It is the cape which I sport down my sidewalk, the catwalk
Fluorescent pink pants fit to my curves
It shows of the few extra pounds I gained
No one judges me on because
I’m wild and crazy
I dress vibrantly from head to toe
Strutting my stuff I twist my hips on the catwalk
Working it all the way down to the end of my drive way
I turn to drop my bag in the trash can and
My large peacock feathered earrings flap about my wrinkled ears
A look of confidence, easily mistaken for fright
Shows in the folds of smile and the creases of my brow
Striking the pose I flip my hand in the air
Letting the other fall to my side, and jut my knee out
I take another turn finally slinking back to my pink ranch house
Before I return to my Pepto-Bismol pink kitchen
I turn once more then walk back through my pale pink door.
Just when I thought I was through
I suddenly remembered Monday is trash day and
my décor is supposed to be blue.
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