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Lost...
She dresses for his eyes alone
He's thirty, rich and handsome
Well-heeled and drives the latest steed
Right-side of tracks, is where he's from
All eyes upon her entrance
She walks the runway of the street
“ I am the queen of drama;
the best you'll ever meet”
Her entourage, smile or sneer,
depending on her mood
She waves her hand; as if to steer
through the crowd of crude
An old man's gaze, the poor-man's drool;
she ain't having none of that
Don't look at her, don't think you're cool
unless your wallet's fat
One night of careless pleasure
She forgot about the measures
Drunk and drugged, she was
She fucked him, just because
Now, T.V. is her company
Girl-friends gone to party down
Her prince has come and gone
The baby cries too much
Momma said; there would be days like this...
Comments
China Blue
Mon, 2014-08-18 09:55
Gee
Your last stanza gets somwhat jumbled as if you did not know how to end it. Other than that the rest of the poem shines
Chrys
Let your mercy spill on all these burning hearts in hell(Leonard Cohen)
Geezer
Tue, 2014-08-19 00:00
I was...
trying to get the change; such as the Morphing poetry, maybe I should add another stanza to make the change?
Then it won't seem as jumbled? Thanks for the read and critique. ~ Gee
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