rose colored lipstick
who draws coming of age poems
on school boys hearts,
plies young men
with useless
thoughtless
pleasures,
sells red- lipped kisses
as tightly snapped as cosmetic cases
and collects married men
like lipsticks.
She signs her name
with pencil lipped promises
on dotted lines
to older gentlemen who willingly
trade
families
futures
and affections
for her photo-shopped
love.
She is a heart-breaking
home-wrecking lipstick poet
who promises something
she will
never
fully deliver.
She is a used up
useless
flash bulb
as mesmerizing
as a woman stripped
and whipped into sex trades.
She is an utterly harmless queen
who knocks men
to their knees
and only demands to be called
M’Lady
