Beauty Salon Dropouts.

Beauty Salon Drop-out.
sneak

Alone I sit
with fag in hand,
moulded to my chair.
I am
exercising nothing -
but this catatonic
stare?

They chat about 'relationships'
-
over cold herbal tea!
Beauty salon
dropouts,
it's a mystery to me.
Comparing notes on
boyfriends -
as manicures claw.
I know she talks
about my -
distressing 'little' flaw.
Perfumes
saturate the air,
as if fighting for esteem.
The
heady scent of womanhood -
verges on obscene.
One
fatal sniff could kill a man.
Such sweet revenge is
close.
Discussing heavy periods -
as if they are not
gross!
It's not a place for men to dwell.
Some things
are best unknown.
'I am dieting on laxatives'
'Look,
I shat three stone!'
They talk about their
problems!
Men seem to take the blame.
She has colonic
irrigation -
to alleviate the pain.
But you can't
suppress impurities -
that seductive smiles
provoke.
She sips on mineral water -
as I go up in
smoke.