A Lipstick Milky Way Poem by Madrason .

The bullets on display
all kinds of types
all kinds of hypes
some like it smooth
some like it rough
some like it pink
and some like it gold
but some love it tough
a lipstick milky way
as if a milkshake
ordered to keep one awake
bordered, cornered to sell
lie just to buy
they kill anyway
they only wear numbers
so untraceable
they pierce trough a table
are able to pierce walls
you pay and make the calls
and we'll always deliver
a king is selling to a sheikh
the winner all he takes
the lady paints her lips
to seal the biggest deal
the bullets on display
all kinds of types
all kinds of hypes
some like it smooth
some like it rough
some like it pink
and some like it gold
but some love it tough
a lipstick milky way
but today it's all sold out
the wars are up ahead
production leaps behind
hurray to commercial victory
hurray too for the enemy
hurray for humans kind! M