So you want to be a dancer, a prancing vixen,
luring all the losers wanting to stray.
Shining their poles between your thighs
while your dagger pierces their soul...
Pride never stood in the way.
Who would ever of thought
such a pretty little thing of thirteen
could swallow more than desire?
Luscious Lucy looking years older
mastering tools of deception;
to fondle and tweak, the twit of the week,
separating the fool from his money.
Golden opportunities of long ago
not looking well on a resume.
Price paid not worth the trouble,
even gold has lost its value.
Giving credit where credit is due,
always daddy's little playmate.
Can't get yelled at,
for what mama never knew.
A contest entry
- Let Your Inner Child be Heard (PW's Now accepted) by Paloszoo.
800 points, ended February 27, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I want GRIEF!! by DinkyDiver.
700 points, ended November 8, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is powerful and sad...leaves me wanting more though. Welldone on such a good write, thankyou for entering xxx
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Wow, what a sad and powerful piece. Written extremely well. Nicely done. Thanks for writing for my contest. Good luck. I'm honored to have you show your work here.



