Reality

Too thin girls
with rosy cheeks
of red paint
and fake hair
of bleach and bows
sip orange juice
from delicate
champaigne flutes.

I am old!
scream their hands
as they flit
seductively
over
falsely
pushed up breats.

I am young...
whisper
their wandering
porus
eyes
as they
realize
the ever turning world
around them....