I’m a nobody trying to make me a name
I sit at my desk and read Mickey Spillane
And when lunchtime comes my onlyest care
Is an elevator ride where the strangers don’t stare
They stare at my rotund, irrepressible tummy
They want to say something to keep the ride chummy
But I just want quiet, no diets, no small talk
I want high art and low art, the hereafter and cock
I’m an old bag a sick hag an ER repeater
But also a woman who reaches into the ether
I pull out a jacket, I pull out a doll,
I bundle up my son and he sleeps,
And that’s all.
Guido Cagnacci Allegoria della vita umana
