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Rapid Descent

I have arrived, come see I have arrived
My mobile clips my conversation shut
I stroll, at speed, my perm and I arrive
These feet salute a stop.  I have arrived.

What must I do to make me centre stage?
Bark orders for my order straight away.
A salad?  No, a Big Mac Meal for me.
I lift my shirt to share my skin around --

I am toned, I am toned, this perm belies my age.
Flap the shirt unconsciously, honestly
I am not old. I am toned. I
Take my tray from centre stage and fold.

- Simon Huggins, 8th February 2006