Roxy calls all the men "honey"
cuz she can't remember names
Halloween bag full of sweets
Every one tastes just the same
Checks her horoscope each day
Acrylic nails tap on her phone
Virgo, the virgin makes her laugh and say
"I was never one of those."
Roxy wears her fuck-me heels
And a mini dress so tight
like a lime green ace bandage wraps her body
She knows that she's looking right
Mama hasn't called in years
(but who's counting?)
Family says that it's a shame
But she's done with all the prayers and all the tears
Roxy says "It's who I am."
Roxy calls all the men honey
cuz she can't remember names
Medicine chest full of poisons
They all make her feel the same.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, It's A Shame About Ray
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Saturday, August 1, 2015
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