Funky Dame

Remember that song,
Doin’ it in the Park?
She’s doin’ it in the park.
Hair all chemical’d
and funkafied.
Pants, I don’t know,
Stripey, baggy.
Sweater, I don’t know,
Long, baggy.
Satchel, hanging low,
Like some kinda
Funky postal carrier.
Pricey though, I bet,
All of it.
Buckley boots too.
Fashionable meets
Her own thing.
You go girl.
Transmitting herself
Through the gardens
Of Central Library.
Los Angeles needs you.
What do you need?
Full of desire, I think.
Grrrl, I feel you.
It’s been a long road.

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