What is Wrong with these Idiots
I am seventy-two
a dog mom, a cartoonist, a wife, a grandmother
I am a hag.
My hair has lines of white in it
skunk-like
I wear no make up or jewelry
I am plain
And yet people find me alluring
bewitching, captivating, delectable,
delightful, dainty, exquisite, and fun.
What is wrong with these idiots?
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