Tamed princesses of this evil century,
I'm watered by the doleful drizzles,
That laps your thirties wet,
Yet you stare back bemused,
occupied in your interior chambers,
like a honest widow!
Won't you cast back a gentle glance,
to the innocent sky?
You stand deaf as a rock of ages,

you are wadding in delicacy,
you are unforgettable by the bellowing
uncultured wind,
Oh, you don't feel it?
What will your kind see?
Your great behinds!
the almost topless,
Mahogany skins....
Ponder that.