The Young Life

The Young Life
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,
Do you hear that?
My biological clock?
That’s funny, because I sure don’t.
And for another ten years I won’t.
I am young and free,
For now, only twenty,
I’m savouring each kiss with a stranger,
But keen never to place a higher wager.
So down the hatch goes another vodka and vermouth,
For I remember my life, my youth,
In short, is short.
Like me. Short, and sweet.
I will enjoy each moment until the last.
I’ll drive drunk, I’ll swim with the sharks,
I’ll walk the streets alone at night, go skinny-dipping in the dark.
Sink your teeth into my neck and make my back arch in pleasure,
Remind me that these years are to be filled with many, many tender,
Moments and moods, kisses and touches,
Love, lust, drugs, booze, sex, short skirts, low shirts, high heels and swinging hips,
Swinging hips that might accept your gifts,
But not pop one out in return.
My life is to be weighed down by fun, not by burden,
Not now. Not while this leather mini fits so snug and my breasts stand so firm.
Not while I have no job, no degree, no money to burn.
So next time you meet me in the club and pull my ass to your pants,
Whisper in my ear that you’ll buy me my next martini,
Not that you want me to have your next baby.