What’s the point of talking to yourself.
If noone listens then go somewhere else
You must listen too or it’s not fair
Equal acts demand a proper share.
Giving and receiving balance well.
Else the talking takes us all to Hell.
Hell is other people Sartre said
Was he referring to his life in bed?
I would not consent to give myself
To a man without some inner wealth
I don’t mind the paucity of dress
Still a jacket must not me distress.
I’d like to steal one for the pocket space.
Women’s clothes are often a disgrace
How my heart sings 