7 March 2013
The girl at the front of the queue Was a beauty, that's for sure All eyes behind upon her But sometimes less is something more
Statuesque and power suited Seemed perfection had come to call A long tight skirt that must've hurt She could barely walk at all
A figure hugging jacket Accentuating our adoration I had bought into the thought It's cutting off her circulation
Killer heels that must've killed Shifted her balance frequently Inches; five. How do you drive When you're sitting uncomfortably?
Hair tied back so tightly That her face just couldn't move Took a while for her to smile What is she trying to prove?
I then started to wonder Where she's going, what she did To keep her trussed, no visible bust And her natural beauty hid
I could see behind the make-up Thickly but expertly applied If she'd gone without, I had no doubt I'd see the girl inside
The queue behind grew restless There was a payment dispute They once adored, they soon got bored With the vacuum packed power suit
Walking (hobbling) away to leave I briefly caught her eye I gave the smallest smile She looked like she could cry
I couldn't help but notice The lack of wedding ring Seems her career is all, I fear And she's given everything
I sincerely hope I'm wrong But I think it might be true More is less, dress to impress To be the girl at the front of the queue...
Front Of The Queue • Opuss № I