“Oh dear Daisy, is life too laborious
To live today?” Oh you poor prudes!
Your poor heads shall not feel the
Weight of time in pounds; or rather
“The lack of” said the mirror
And the mirror and I giggled
For we knew of your ignorance,
All the falseties that lay under your cloth.
“At least I can lie to you, dear.
The mirror won’t be so kind.”
Death awaits you now
“Oh dear Daisy, was to leave
A fine adventure?”