I see cheap make up,
Aptly done with experience.
I lower my newspaper a little more,
To read between her stretch lines.
The legs scream sexy,
The knees tell stories of hard work.
Could the two be related in her case?
A little up the legs,
Then I raise my newspaper back up.
There is a thigh gap in her story,
Maybe it’s there for this poet to fill up.
My challan number is called out,
I collect my pay cheque.
I wink at her;
She winks back.
That is how I spent
My five “Franklins”.
That, my newspaper subscription
And groceries for my mother.
I would gladly do it again.