Oh, seductress, how sweet your lust is,
Teenage dream's cry, 'foul' at justice
They ride upon your ambient essence,
For mere moments in your presence.
*
Contorted little touches made,
Their meatless forms shine on parade
From teenage games of, let’s pretend,
Red tattooed pouts, smile to the end.
*
Stiletto heels, raise sex appeal,
Short little skirts, will seal the deal
Fame, thy name, seems, super cool,
Yet, women's worth is minuscule!
*
Dreamers, long for your golden touch,
Beware, the star that shines too much!
Some choose to honor outward looks,
To sell their souls to glossy books.
*
Coffee and pills keep pounds at bay,
Not only flesh will waste away
Lust for fame brings madness surging,
Sliced up flesh and shameful purging.
*
Primped and plumped with magic creams,
They bow to man's cosmetic dreams
Ignorant years blind them to age,
Broken and bleeding on life's stage...
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©️ Wendy Phelan - 2018/2020 Edit
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About the Creator
Wendy - Empathic Tigress
Born in NZ, living in Australia. With a passion for writing from an early age. Traumatic experiences peppered my life but, gave me deep empathy and unconditional love. Poetry/writing are the best therapy and bring me peace, I hope to share.
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