Love Pluckers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

After love pluckers,
Trick to pick pockets.
Back they come,
Smiling to stab hearts.
Of the ones,
Left wounded to bleed...
On concrete streets.
Then to leave,
Accusing to display themselves...
Upset and displeased.
That their visits made,
Had not seemed appreciated...
By an expected crowd.
Rushing to join their presence.
For photo ops.
And cheers captured.
Videoed to view,
As breaking news to use...
To prove with evidence,
Of a popularity they maintain.