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Let It Be
[font=Times New Roman][i][font=Tahoma,Geneva]I'm suffering a mid-life crisis
as some of you might guess
my world is just in shambles
and my head is quite a mess
and everywhere that I might go
I'm faced with media shite
to buy their stupid products
and believe their insane hype
are you ready for my ranting?
no, you shall not make me stop
they want my wallet and my mind
they beg for me to shop!
wrinkles are unsightly
we must be smoothed and plumped
bovine, equine injection sites
those chemicals are dumped
they'll fill me with their bondo
paralyze my brow
saline boobs or silicone
it doesn't matter now
crows feet, hooked beak
won't you let me be?
can't I just be left alone
completely chemical free?
there's pump up bras for those that fall
those girls must rise again
media hype is killing us
it's time to raise my pen!
fat-free dressing underwear
thanks to Maiden-form
tummy flattering wonders
to make your muffin top conform
not content to stay above the belt
they've now gone marching down
invaded my sweet delta
it's the talk of all the town
seems Brown Betty's in the box
for God's sake let her be!
won't be middle age that does it
but the cures that will kill me
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as some of you might guess
my world is just in shambles
and my head is quite a mess
and everywhere that I might go
I'm faced with media shite
to buy their stupid products
and believe their insane hype
are you ready for my ranting?
no, you shall not make me stop
they want my wallet and my mind
they beg for me to shop!
wrinkles are unsightly
we must be smoothed and plumped
bovine, equine injection sites
those chemicals are dumped
they'll fill me with their bondo
paralyze my brow
saline boobs or silicone
it doesn't matter now
crows feet, hooked beak
won't you let me be?
can't I just be left alone
completely chemical free?
there's pump up bras for those that fall
those girls must rise again
media hype is killing us
it's time to raise my pen!
fat-free dressing underwear
thanks to Maiden-form
tummy flattering wonders
to make your muffin top conform
not content to stay above the belt
they've now gone marching down
invaded my sweet delta
it's the talk of all the town
seems Brown Betty's in the box
for God's sake let her be!
won't be middle age that does it
but the cures that will kill me
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Published 19th Feb 2013
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- Edited 15th May 2018 7:38pm
19th Feb 2013 2:29pm
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20th Feb 2013 12:49pm
20th Feb 2013 6:23am
As a woman said to her grandson about a hair dye advert on TV "What's wrong with growing old?" You might like to read (don't know if it's on net) Pam Ayres' equally cynical poem which I heard her recite on radio, "Sexy at Sixty?" (to which answer may be LOL.)
20th Feb 2013 12:50pm
20th Feb 2013 9:58pm
It is findable on internet. Full title is "Do I want to be sexy at sixty?"