FRIDAY NIGHT SLIGHTS
At Luke's Bar and Grill
When entering a noisy bar at night
hoping for some fun
women over fifty and unattached
face challenges unmatched
by men of similar age and plight.
Seeking to ignite a virile flame
the odds are never in my favor,
outliving men the way we do.
And since it's younger women
old men savor
I'm left alone to sit and stew.
I am a single woman of fifty,
comely and well-dressed,
of ample wealth and some success.
But men who interest me romantically
take a look and leave
Desiring still their mother's breast
these aging infants, tit obsessed
ignore me for my modest chest.
It's enough to make a woman scream
to be treated like a mammary machine
whose worth as romantic prize
is measured mainly by cup size.