Can you see her? She’s wearing nylon shoes.
Eating tofu. She sings the blues.
Plays a guitar.
And everyone wants more.
The air is far too warm she says.
The icebreaker is still in port.
Down south an odd storm or two
Kills thousands. And she cares.
The taxman comes to claim his prize.
Leave her be. She’s a carbon life form.
She’s not even wed. And
Her mother already ate her bread.
On Facebook she writes a line
Now that she’s not on company time.
And saving bees from humankind.
And everyone still wants more.
She’s lonely and death’s not far away
She feels. And she doesn’t believe
In heaven. She got nothing more
to give. So leave her be, I say.