The Collector Poem by Andrea Lynn

Convenience is your middle name
let's do it let's not it's all the same
walk away as casually as you arrived
leaving women in your wake burned alive

Charasmatic, handsome, and aloof to perfection
easily you could pass as the Devil's son
smooth and relaxed easy to tell from your swagger
so gifted at your art very few see the dagger

Upping the ante for the next conquest
the hearts you break must be only the best
the women who are wild and need to be broken
the ones to whom most men will never have spoken

This city is washed up now you have sucked it dry
time to move on leave everything here behind
except photographic trophies you keep on display
the only things from which you will never walk away.