Antonia

You ask if we’ll cope, if you could only help, to get back our home, why make us suffer, a sister of the pen, no need for your buffers, stay out of our zone, you might mean well, but we’re better alone, don't bring in our mother, for your next best seller, you are not a duffer, we’ll roll with the blow, on bar stools and leather, our skin might need soap, with long gait and bend, we won’t be tethered, to you or your friends, all royalties bereft.