Appearance is our first impression
Its what is seen before we speak
I aim for clean and cute
I hope for a second consideration
I don't always object to being an object
But the object I don't want to be
Is an object that is owned
An object chassing affection
In my old age, I'm tired of sexy
I'm frustrated by the expectation
I wish my body wasn't a barter
I rebel againt "keeping it up"
I want to be a free range object
Living between "looking nice"
And "keeping a mate"
My style is for my pleasure
Attractive is relative
And personality effects perception
I hope to be disliked for what I say
Not for how I look.