USED

She told me I was a diamond in the rough.
I took offense,
But kept a mental note and laughed it off.
I saw the drunken daze in her awkward gaze,
But overlooked her crass remarks
Tipped my glass and sparked
A meaningless conversation.
I figured I’d pass the moment
With nothing too deep,
Let’s face it her pretty face will only sell wolf tickets
Those prices are steep.
The more I see
The more I understand she only wants a man
With enough flash and pazazz to make her feel alright about herself
When he gets in the pants
And the same man has enough know how
Because his pops was the man
To talk the talk, all the while knowing she’s a flash in the pan
It happens again and again.
Flashing a little money
That could be the rent
Usually showing a little clout
Is the most direct route to the honey.
Her name was Diamond
She once was more than enough.
Now she’s just rough and used up.