She writes her slick and passionate verse
On the burner phone bought for peanuts.
Her pseudonym might bring forth a laugh
But her photo (she took inside her car)
Betrays her by her bright red lips
And blonde curls carefully placed, just so.
With wide, dark, inky black eyes
Entreating the reader to want some more.
She doesn't care if that's more verse
Or more of her. Herself. The image of desire
She so carefully created to so beguile
Practiced in selfie after super selfie.
Beckoning, entreating, inviting even
Any helpless, misdguded, stupid, male
Who lands upon her duplicitous Venus trap
And she'll laugh heartily as she
Sucks them in to bleed them dry.
Her poems always get comments from men -
It's the way she tells them.