Dreaming In Vain Poem by John Sensele

Oh dainty dimples, flawless features and catchy curves
Smite tight eyes that rove from left to right
In search of God knows what when stalkers turn into slaves
Whose minds can't conceive a concept better than girls' might.

Oh Brazilian extensions, micro skirts, ebony leggings and wriggling waists
Low neckline ad leather boots that pound and hound concrete
As if in a battle for a title pitting tastes and vests
Worn beneath waist coats to complete an apparel feast.

Oh damsels why do take so long fixing your hair
Two minutes before an appointment for a job
That could decide your future career, plain and fair
But you linger in front of a mirror powdering your nose to entice a snob.

Oh voyeurs and onlookers why do your eyes crane to see
What doesn't belong to you, an illusion that invites pain
At your inability to catch the worm you wish to be
The apple of your eye only to wake up daydreaming in vain.