What Could Have Been

Fair,like all ladies fair
Was my only wish
Model,like the runway trotting model
If only I was fair

Dark ,I came like the night , dark
Skin moulded in soot
Velvet though as in sky velvet
If only I was fair

Knuckles, hard like hard knuckles
Having seen softer days
Really, too many used creams, really
Still didn’t change a thing

Drunk, I must have been drunk
Walking with eyes closed
Imagine me like you can imagine
Thinking to be a model

Bose.