oh woman of the morning light to look allright to look allright you know that you are out of bed as traffic lights are turning red
brekky was a bit too late as you set out at half past eight but yoplait from a plastic spoon until the lights go green is great
between the roars of four by fours to fill your dehydrated pores goo comes oozeing from a case in patch of long or scrunchy face
oblivious to all about detecting double lines to grout plaster done your lips now pout careful you’ll go inside out
until the lights show nuisance green your hair is there to tease and preen to brush and disentangle and try out every angle
why does that tiny blackened brush glue the mirror to your eye your timing is impeccable you hit the gas to let the left one dry mascara brush recharged to ply sits a block beside your thigh
oh woman of the morning light to look allright to look allright the middle lane conducts a rose while jim scratch tackles rideup clothes and freddy bulbous picks his nose
