Grey mornings,Damp windows,A cold house full of sleeping people.Your face is tired, full of lines and folds,It’s not a face made for growing old.All the serums and creams cannot turn back Time,Feminism tells you, ageing's not a crime.Theoretically that’s true,Practically such shit:If you walked around naked, you’d look a right tit.Those tits once so firm … Continue reading Lipstick
