Rancid Poem by Anisa Tara

What can a girl do but to follow his sugar-coated trails
Sweet on the tongue, always sweet

What can a girl do but to yield then keel to all his delicious meandering
Never once sifting for truth among the crumbs that lay at her feet

What can a girl do but to pick on saccharine remnants
When the cake never appears around the bend

What can a girl do but to endure the gnawing inside
For a glimpse of that untouchable man

What can a girl do but to swallow sugarless tears
When all this senseless lingering

Finds her at the bottom of the honey pot
Circumference dusted with sweetening

Once sweet on the tongue, always sweet
Now rancid