(Michael Rougier. Tokyo, Japan. 1964)

it’s your life 

Say the things 

You have to say

Someone paved that way 

But no one else has your voice 

She said 

How great it is 

That in seven years 

Her cells will have remade themselves 

And she’s going to have a body 

That you never touched ….

She’s tired of waiting on tomorrow 

She’s here for today 

And the copy writers 

And the cigarettes 

And stories about fashion 

And the wre-writes 

And the has beens 

The Kennedy’s 

On the 25th floor …

She’s breaking out of the office 

She’s breaking out on her own

It’s your life 

Don’t let anything 

Hold your voice  inside 

she’s out to make trouble 

Mostly for women 

But my god will she be loved by men