The smile
Eyes half pleading,
And half needing
With lips glossed and pouting
There's no doubting.....
It's attention and adulation
You seek.
The men
Moths to a flame,
They call your name
Their lust all the same
Just part of your game......
Like cheap perfume
It reeks.
The reason
Who the hell knows?
A fraud from head to toes
But , that's how it goes
The airbrushing glows.....
I've touched and tasted
It's truth I speak.
And finally
In my conclusion,
Nothing but delusion
Mind in confusion
I loved an illusion.....
Knife thrust and gunshot
Yes baby
I've got a bloody cheek.
Phil Hall July 2017
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