A Starlet Poem by Sarah Sisson

A starlet was I in a city of idiots.
A community of wolves on a roll.

They were predators on the make.
The maidens all in their fancy.

Maybe one was the prince, but the fact holds true.
These prowlers were relentless.

Women of kindness put their necks out.
The cave men schemed for a conquest.

This was the scene of a club that had low lights.
A drunk environment with plenty of prey.

I was in reverse. I was the mad panther.
In my world I could extinguish even the best of them.

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