The grumpy poet

THIS IS ROLE MODEL

Hello darling,

This week I am sharing one of my grumpiest poems to date. It is called ROLE MODEL.

Gosh aging is freeing isn’t it? With every day I get on this planet I give one less shit about what people think of me. With every wrinkle I gain, I benefit from another ounce of self-belief and wisdom.

I am sending you the audio recording, as well as some stills, for the poetry film I made of ROLE MODEL last week!

You can see the full poetry film on my Instagram or TikTok @mseleanorflowers. If you like this poem please forward it to a bestie or give me a like! It helps boost my art and means I can keep making more!

This is: ROLE MODEL

Enjoy!

I am expanding
Up a dress size, and another
I am a Hegelian galaxy
Except I don’t want to read Hegel
I want to read Mary Magdelene’s gospel 
Where did they hide it
I gentle parent my cat
Scowl, drink beer
Reward myself for working out
With a cigarette
menstruate
On everything
Slouch
complain about fascists
And animal cruelty
Scroll in the dark and eat biscuits
I am honest about being a hypocrite
I am the red flag and the bull I
Forget to apologise for crying
Forget to apologise for bragging
Neglect to write clever poetry and instead compile lists
Fail to use impressive words I
Stop pretending I’m not a clever woman
Still I do things purely for external validation
Shake my fist at loud neighbours
And at machines
chew gum in the shower
Buy coffee on my credit card
Fondle my facial hair at dinner

I am starting to enjoy it when people don’t like me

Because of this I am very beautiful
And very
Very
Rich