Tramp on the ProwlA Poem by Michelle GentThe way I see women who try to seduce my man How they really look to me
Tramp On The Prowl-
Bleach blonde bimbo leeches onto my man Hanging on his every word Her practiced laugh, a cackle to my ears Getting on my last nerve, and making my blood boil It's not my husband I distrust It's the lack of respect she shows me His wife standing close by She places her fake press on nails atop his hand Mortgaged breasts firmly upon the bar With tube top sling, her melons peak out bilaterally And hip hugger jeans that fall lower than her waist Displaying a devil smoking a cigar Which is about as discrete, as the rest of her Belly ring dangling like a worm on a line Relentlessly trying to entice my man Hoping this catch, will take the bait Her hair twisted around her finger She thinks this man can be manipulated as easily This twisted sister had better step down And keep her talons off of my man Or this taxidermy turning tricks Will be mounted to the wall And used as a dartboard for all to enjoy © 2015 Michelle GentAuthor's Note
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