Little treasure
Spicy pleasure
The bouncy steps; one with no measure
Hanging loose in the still winds of life's exposure
As she watches, many traverse the open skies for closure
Feeling so beautiful, she splashes the waters of sleaze
The uncaring world to please
Carried away in the dark murmurs of a breeze
Many hearts stiffened to a freeze
Her end, all but just a sneeze
Lingering fear
Pacing the confines of a life so dear
As she fumbles through futures not so clear
Dark shadows on doors so near
Many of the good seem to disappear
Many have slipped; her path is steep
Screwed in her hip, are futures gone to sleep
Angled in memories too deep
She gaily swings her hip
In dimly lit streets, many lives are a smelly heap
2 January 2021
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