Latex

When I am an old man I shall wear latex
With extra lube, a reservoir tip, and ribbed sides - for Her pleasure
I shall spend my pension on art, erotica, outright porno,
Hot dates with hags, fat mamas, jail bait,
Say I have no money for Prozac
I shall wear mixed fashions from Goodwill and Sacks and not call retro retro
Wink lewdly at everything unbecoming
Stuff singles into g-string tittie bars on bad side of town
I shall dance naked in the rain
Roll in other people's gardens
And talk like Clint Eastwood

You can wear lacy lingerie and pack on cellulite
Eat two boxes of Godiva chocolates for dinner
Suck mimosas, go down bloody marys, blow dry martinis for luncheon
Place boosted knickknacks, stolen flowers, hand-crafted sigils
On your altar
To Elvis

But now must wear practical trousers in High Fascion
Spill blood tax protection to Unca Sammmy's tassle-toed gangstas
Command us not say Fuck! on their World Wide Web Between Worlds
Set exemplary examples for each fine, kind citizen
Who eat drink our salon soiree pic-a-nic briss brunch
Each (conform) event (conform) somewhat (conform)
predictable (conform)

But must I wait 'til hermit's harvest for my wise and foolish grains?
When may I prove my sweet eneagrams
That freedom is not slavery
That peace is not war
That responsibility is not obedience
That an old man's molecular gravity for Goddess and Goddess daughters
So earthy and loamy, so wooden and wildy and One
Can never, ever, ever mean dirty

And then one day, who knows, I might even get old enough
Old enough to wear latex

[Insincere apologies go to Jenny Joseph, who wrote the original.]

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