2 at 10 & 10 at 2

you were

sitting there

crossed legs

silk stockings

endless grief

nine to five

yields none

of your ambitions

cordial smiles

in the hallway

a tenuous mask

barely suits

your demeanor

like a plush doll

empty eyed

soul less

Whiskey pours

for all the w****s

which were a

2 at 10

and a 10 at 2

prime for the picking

by such a rare breed

of vagabond