Gravity has gone physical on me
Some things I won’t let you see
It started on the top of my head
That’s why I dyed it red
And then the eyes – not a surprise
Now the face – not a disgrace
But difficult to erase
The neck!
Oh, the neck!
That’s where you start to look like a wreck!
I won’t mention the breast
And all the rest
I just cover up
It’s for the best.
– Lottie Pincus
