Park Life

She appeared outside my window down in the park
Clad in black leather tight pants with black sunglasses
And a black top hugging a rock-hard large pneumatic bust
Transfixed I wondered if she'd lost her way or something
Why was she here in this wayward outer little nowhere?
Gracefully she walked but then with a violent jolt turned
And screamed 'Lachlan, you fucking get over here right now!'
The previously obscured child breezily ran into view
I'm not sure if I actually slumped back into my chair
As I watched the pair, and a third person, another child
Stomp away toward the street, to their car presumably,
I wondered at the things people try to put up with in life