In honor of tonight’s full moon …
She practices French
While washing her hair
— Thinks life is that short.
Takes a lover —
‘Til his patience wears thin
Or her interest wears out;
Ah, men — she smiles
At their hands
And gives their gifts away.
Her teeth sharp
And gleaming —
Behind the gloss
Her go-to-hell smile
Says she’s been there —
— And back.
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Some say she’s got a mean streak
Always leaving men too soon —
— I say she’s only lonely,
And howling at the moon.