Ashcan Royalty

George Luks (American, 1866–1933)
I am Beauty shrouded in ugliness. A Harridan. Unkempt. Slovenly. Hair uncombed. I wander city streets like a Mumbling Chin Don. Buried in layers of over-sized clothing I am the Rag Pickers Son. Ambiguous. Gender-Neutral. Amorphous.
I pity the overly made up party girls snapping teeth and shredding claws fighting for yet fending off not so unwanted advances.
Androgyny is my protective cloak whilst favored neighbors enjoy early morn headboard banging sessions.
In life I am the Old Hag formerly a Duchess now a shapeless depraved harpy who wears multiple layers of petticoats, dresses and sweaters.
She of lost rank who has become maleficence incarnate. A Crone who struts like a Grande Dame puffing and swelling, whose very essence is an evil elixir that floods the streets and overflows the already befouled sewers.
History with vocabulary. Debbie you have a great head on your neck.
🙂 That’s good. I remember my Beloved late Dad Edward G. Palmer used to say, I should use my head for more than a hat rack!! I’m sure Daddy is smiling down from Heaven with approval. ❤
Witty old man he was. Lol.
Yes! You are perceptive! I was referencing Vincent “The Chin” Gigante a Mafia Don who used to wander around Manhattan in a bath robe mumbling to himself. http://www.biography.com/people/vincent-gigante-12127574
Lol.
Actually I think both my Dad and Mom are in Heaven laughing. They both had many wise and funny expressions!