so they stand and stare

don’t write of glossy waxed mannequins

write of sweaty armpits and pubic hair

even when the setting is a bourgeois drawing room

show me the greasy corners behind the rickety chairs

or the dirty edges where the faded wallpaper meets the floor

i want none of these sunny days and maidens fair

give me bad weather the wet rain and the freezing sleet

and write of the rats in the clogged streets with flair

show me the naked bodies as they are

take away their trappings layer by layer

and that done don’t show me their smooth derrieres

turn to me their hairy cunts of you dare