'60's HOUSEWIVES

Our vocation is eternal drudgery. Every day
is the same: washing, cooking, cleaning, shopping -
and all this without an ounce of gratitude.
And many of us are little more than breeding machines...

But what we really want
is to be Rock Stars with wild hair,
we want our men to notice us up there on stage, where
we're belting out power songs, prancing seductively,
letting the lights melt us, sweating
with our heavy makeup running into creases
that will someday deepen into wrinkles (but we're ageless, aren't we?).
Let us girls form a united front. Support each other,
go shopping for perfume, wolf-whistle
workmen on building sites, and make eyes
at passing truck drivers. Let us find our equality!
Let us take coffee breaks in the park lying on our backs,
and accept complements from passers by
with knowing smiles. Let's wear micro skirts
with bare legs. We'll walk barefoot along the shore,
totally free of time schedules, duty or obligations -
all without the slightest pang of guilt...

Oh yes, it all begins in our imagination, girls - self-belief!
Why shouldn't we be wanton mistresses if we choose
or, perhaps, independent career women?
But the choice should always be ours alone.
Our lives, our way.