La Femme Accident

Cold girl

Shivers in fur

Calculating her move

with the sure powerful

Only she knows

the renewal date of her

Tramp-stamped passport

Trading secrets too tender for legal

Though always legal to make one tender

Like a chameleon she pretends

Able to turn on love gestures

at the drop of sodium pentothal effects

Included in one’s IV line

Even a Green-Colonel wearing a beret

cowards to her talents

Yet she is able to get invited to dinner

and wash her laundry below the family room

Passion for her

does have an expiration date

And the gauge she professes

leave no powered residue

The young and impressionable can see

her true essence

Well, out of the mouths of babes

She is vilified

But she will never see herself in them

The many faces of wickedness

could succumb to joy

Though emotion is a sign of weakness

until a drink is ordered and left unattended

Let her pretend to pretend to not care

of their demise

About two steps behind her

before she changes her fur