(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
