Energy

Its not because I'm a Mam that I don't always look glam,

Its a simple decision to not give a damn.

I might occasionally pluck and trim,

Eyelashes glued,

Lipsick used.

But -

I could not be arsed to do this every day,

I don't even own a hair brush. 

I mean, what more can I say!

I remember most days to put on deodorant,

To not stink all my friends away with my O natural odors. 

I obviously change my underwear,

Bath and shower daily,

But time wasted using straighteners and curlers,

Applying make up for hours.

No -

Thats just fucking silly!  

Although -

I really do admire these glamorous nine to fivers,

When everydays a film premier,

Every pavement, a red carpet.

Sometimes, I imagine I could be like them.

Wear high heels to go food shopping,

Get up at 5 am.

Clean, cook and watch telly, head to toe in French Connection,

Stylish, pristine, polished,

A picture of perfection.

Not a hair out of place,

Not a freckle left unaltered.

But I just don't have the energy,

To be that bloody gorgeous.

I like to slob out,

Keep toasty warm,

Let my knicker beard go astray.

No......

I don't have energy for that all pampering, 

At least not everyday!