Garish red lips beckon seductively,
Collecting supplicants hither and yon.
Always taking, never giving, empty.
Bon vivant pretender, disguised still;
Costumes, veil, egos hide insecurity.
Not tonight, I'll spend my tokens elsewhere.
ha! i just loved the ending :D
ReplyDeleteI can relate to the last sentence!
ReplyDeleteVery funny and wise denouement
ReplyDeleteSharp and quite pleasing; well done.
ReplyDelete...and I don't blame you - I'd do the same!
ReplyDelete... love we went in similar directions with the challenge! Great write, spare yet packing quite a punch.
ReplyDeletegood !
ReplyDeleteGreat idea, I'm with you too!
ReplyDeleteSometimes it's best to leave those tokens unspent.
ReplyDeleteluv the shift of the last line
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much love...
Nice. I'm terrified of clowns, so I totally get this.
ReplyDeleteI'd be off elsewhere, too!
ReplyDeleteRun away...
ReplyDeleteagreeable.
ReplyDeletehopeful.
ReplyDeleteegos are inner doubts,
ReplyDeletethis line does make sense.
In a very sad (but true) way, your poem reminds me of dear Robin Williams. Such smiles, such a gift for evoking laughter... such sadness where it counts.
ReplyDeleteMy Magpie entry
spending tokens else where, that's an option which works without changing the masters.
ReplyDeletepowerful.
ReplyDeletethere is always dust to collect,
ReplyDeleteamazing poetry.
a clever take on that image.
ReplyDeletefooling around is sad and hurting,
ReplyDeletebut we are all fools and being fooled at the same time.
short lines, powerful message.
lighten up, see the day.
ReplyDeletecheers.
perfect!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteperfect.
ReplyDeletepowerful one.
ReplyDeleteperfect.
ReplyDeleteglad to see the flip side of the game.
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