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I am invited to a party
And I hate to go out
Every outing is a long trip
Every outing is a hassle
I am as gloomy as an owl
Drowning in my misery
I write poetry
Wearing my pyjamas

VO: Poetry

The party is on
On the second floor
I dare you to see anyone
Or hear anything
The music is okay
The food is fine
But a buffet without Tabouleh
Is like a painting with no color
I have to be either Frenchy
Or anglophone
Or else I spend the time
Scrolling my phone
I feel like dancing
Burning off some calories
But no one invited me
Except Valérie

What's wrong with Valérie, she's OK

Hot flushes, cold flushes
No one is coming my way
I am looking for
Something convincing
In everyone I see
Either too young
Looking for a bride
Or too old
Looking for a nurse
Men my age
Want a twenty-year-old

Twentyor maybe thirty but fifty?

I am sick of this circus
My head is tired of swinging
The fan in my hand
Is blowing the men away

What is the result, so we know?
Too many women, too many women

For women my age
You get fifty percent off
How can they be discounted
When they are worth millions

Millions