'Girls Night Out'

Laughing girls, flashing white teeth and nail tips,
noisy shrieks and highlighted streaks,
trashy tales of stranger males
told with a hollow cackle.

Can't beat 'em join 'em, they swagger like lads.
Lustful eyes and gym toned thighs.
Not soft inside, they've never cried
over a fuckin' bloke.

Yet alone at the mirror
in the ladies loo,
it's funny but none of it
feels very true.

Lisa Crosbie

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