Bunny Girl

I was browsing the Charity Shop
as you do, in your half hour break
from a twelve hour shift working
with Advanced Dementia..
when out of the rags and
bric - a- brack a Prada handbag
grabbed me..
hiding behind Primark and
old sob stories, it  drew
me in ..is this for real ?
or is it a fake..
and then I got to thinking
do we ever really know.
what is real or fake..?
do we care ? at that 
moment when we want
what we see ?
at the time..it feels real
it's only later that we find out
it was all illusion..slight of hand
 and conceived to fool..
once seen...I could not leave
this gem to uncertain fate
..to be purchased
and abused by untrustworthy
bag handlers..
this  little Prada .. needs a professional
shoulder to cry on..
I had to save from certain
distress.. and make it part
of my fake anatomy..
womans accessory to the crime
of Fakeness, adornment, augumentation..
I have a Prada bag..that I paid five pounds for
I have nothing..just a recepticle
it's what other's percieve it to be
but it's only a stuipid bag..