GOT THE BUTTER BUT NOT THE BREAD by Mike Steeden

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She’s got a husband and a lover
A puppy dog; a nipper in his pushchair
Snow white teeth, painted nails
She’s skin and bone but doesn’t care

Her husband has a mistress
Her lover a knife and an old 45
So what, her black varnished nails are flaking
Her heart beat’s fast but she’s alive

Streetwise when she’s gets out
She lets the ‘plastic pay’
For this and that and everything
She lives from day to day

The moneylenders on her case
The microwave is stone-dead
Once she had an Ultra HD TV
Got the butter but not the bread

Her palace is a high-rise
A rusty balcony without a view
Fate hangs out ten stories down
A dark alleyway, no leafy avenue

Her men have bored her livid now
She just wants to live her life alone
Come the new morning sunrise
She says she’ll go back to her old lonely zone

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