Women over fifty complain
“I have become invisible
no man looks at me again
I don’t get requests or nibbles
I’m neglected like a stone
resting in forgotten rivers
I am destitute and alone
I shake and get the shivers”
Invisibility blues
you’re bleeped off-screen
now stomach the bad news
you will never more be seen
as an object of desire
you are left here in the mire
of invisibility’s blues
what a painful truth
Men over fifty might find
that they end up just the same
unless they’re rich and resigned
to be chosen for their fame
personality’s no plus
blocks up human interest
the fashion pages that’s not us
and old age is just not blessed
refr.
And we drink
and moan and mumble
they say we stink
and then we stumble
home alone
and turn to stone
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