yesterdays flowers
Yesterdays flowers
On the road to Bolequeime on the way to the German supermarket that sells proper Teutonic sausages
the flowers of yesterday sitting on white plastic chairs, in high heels and shorts
Sometimes, a car stops, not a man in a white van
mostly a big car with tinted windows, an important
the person on his way to his office
A quick blow-job, nothing much else to do in a car
and no one needs to undress
The car speeds off, and the flowers of yesterday go
back to her plastic chair and rinse her mouth
water that cannot be called holy
They used to, the women sitting here, look exotic
expensive hotel lobbies and fine food
They are too old to still be on the job, but there
are no pension schemes for them
They had their chance, but life was too exciting
and no?
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