While
the lucky
ones sit together,
with nothing to curse but weather,
permit me to tell you of my sad fate.
For due to my great discretion
in practicing my profession,
I suddenly wake up to find I
date.
When ladies still had propriety,
women like me were covered with glory.
But now, since these damned
society
women invaded my territory,
I've busted, disgusted, cocottomized,
just a flop from the top to the bottom.
While those fat fans you mowed
with the men whom once I owned
Splash around like hell
-bound hippopotamus.
This elderly dame with their names on their
checks appeal to mod ern men.
Instead of sex, I now have ex -appeal.
What will Ma say to me
when she sees I've turned out to be
And annoy, un em ployed, cacotte
A cheated, defeated, cacotte am I
On the page of this age,
just a blot am I
Since the girls known as chic
have invented new technique.
I'm afraid in my trade
not so hot am I.
As ladies smock make loves
are so delectable.
The boys about won't take me out.
I'm too respectable, and on my tombstone I trust,
will be written, excuse the dust,
of a fast, but of class, cork art.