The country’s in lockdown,
but my tits have never been freer.
They’ve quit their jobs at the circus,
left the trapeze and contortion behind
to travel the world unencumbered.
They’re closing up the balcony,
are bored of taking the plunge.
What about them is so lacy and delicate anyway?
Why should they wear bows and sit prettily on display?
There is nothing delicate about them.
I have taken the big tent down.
Today my bin is full of bent wires
as I draw a line
Image courtesy of sergio souza.