WIG WEARING WORRIES

WIG WEARING WORRIES

Wrinkled and fluffy fat fingers slid through the fake mane,
They also bent the mirror to the master to give him a glance.
Smiled a fake smile at the mirror and gave himself a pat,
Looking good was a goal these days with dentures in place.
The lady sitting next was not amused but still smiled a smile on seeing the fakery of it all,
Bemused at the adolescent fantasies of her not-so-adolescent man
Worried at the wanton and pervert mannerisms of her not-so-adolescent man,
Stared hard outside and not at her man salivating at the naked feet on the footpath.
Steering wheel was being steered forcefully and stylishly by one hand
And the other reaching for the vigour bursting within his crotch.
A bump was evident now and so was the palpation on the mans face
Curt came the reply, “Stop now, you know the doctor has warned of a another heart attack.”