As preferential things are told
I prefer not to be cut from the jib of the mold
or do precisely what I am told
without wondering why if it's that old
blame it perhaps on my liberal education
or a touch of too much sophistocation
or reading of Kant and Camus and Baudelaire
I just refuse to cut my hair.
and I don't much aspire to be the ladies who lunch
I prefer to be the ladies who fly Air France
to distant places and watered lands