She has no need of work
No desire to earn or chase a score
She lives on Day-Glo placebo’s
& uptown chunky bores
She drinks the most expensive vino
& smokes silky, filter tip cigarettes
It’s not that she’s not with us
Rather that she’s loosened off her debts
She’s off to the Dominican republic
With her favourite of the season, he’s
Charted a yacht, setting sail at midnight
She, he says, is the only reason
She says that she will miss you
He says he will miss you too
She waves her swish goodbyes
He turns away, as her lovers often do