Submissions by joycecarol

With apologies to the Rolling Stones


Instead of taking a walk in the fresh air

I am stuck at work in my chair

Making out forms in triplicates

Sending memos to cover my ass


People say: get another job

Hey man, outside there is a mob

Who would kill for this menial work

Who live in alleys after dark


After work I go to the pub with my friends

Here the gossip never ends

We are a gang of unmarried hens

Single, divorced, living with men


Once we have...

Floating in water for nine months

Screaming with pain as we are ejected from the womb

Lustily sucking a breastful of milk

Our body still water hiding in cells

Brain has fluids which must be protected

Water cleansing for hygiene and baptism


Water is calling me as I think of the sea

Walking on sand surf is calming to me

When I get to the sea again

Maybe it will tell me how it will end.