Every life has problems,
Even perfect Jill’s,
Who’s destroyed her condoms
And numeric pills.

Weekday nights and weekends,
With her perfect legs,
Jill pursues new boyfriends
To assist her eggs.

Nothing much has happened.
Even IVF
Leaves her belly flattened
Like a healthy chef.

Soon she will be fifty.
Odds are not that good
She will wake up dizzy,
Sick with motherhood.

Yes, she isn’t hungry,
Doesn’t want for love,
Isn’t at all ugly.
What’s to grumble of?

Much, if you can listen.
Every life has woes.
Even those that glisten.
Trust me, even those.