Stocking Feet And Shattered Dreams Poem by Janice M Pickett

Stocking feet and shattered dreams
Is all I’m standing in now
Wearing an evening gown and roses in hand
I heard his final bow

I've met another I’m sorry to say
and I have to be honest with you.
There’s no more point in carrying on
I’m here to say we’re through

The makeup that had taken hours
making me look good
Ran down my cheeks quite out of control
the way I knew it would

So here I stand in stocking feet
Staring at the floor
For I am shattered to the bone
I’m hurting to the core

If I take off these stockings now
Then I’ll be completely nude
And I don’t care who sees me
And who thinks I’m being rude

I have no need for dressing
What can clothing do for me
I’m staying in this venerable state
So all the world can see
I have his name across my Butt
With I love you written there
So now instead of hiding it
I flaunt it in the air

Every time I’m on a street
People can look at my tattoo
It’s pretty obvious what’s on my mind
And what happens in the loo
For when I pass a motion
I think of my love going
And know that down the toilet bowl
I’I have sent his image flowing

So here's to nudity my friends
And tattoo’s on your rear
It’s the best way to get over him/her
When your bowel is in top gear.