Dark, twisted stiletto,
Crouched and feral at the end of my bed.
It’s my night off tonight,
Or it was supposed to be until the doorbell rang.
Show him on up, a girl has to eat.
Hello again sir,
The handcuffs are next to my teddy bear,
I’m sorry I wasn’t in lesson today.
Don’t mess with me darling,
I’m older than I look.
Next time your paying, I don’t come cheap,
But if you hold me for a bit longer, Ill cut the cost.
The weekend descends like an October cloud,
A nice little trip to town I think,
Drum up business.
I sit right at the back of the bus, just so people know who’s in charge.
If you talk during the remembrance day silence again,
Ill show you trouble.
An afternoon spent blowing smoke rings at kids,
Their smiles get me every time.
The police caught us drinking again,
Idiots, what do they know?
Do you really want to help Mr Policeman?
Then get me my daddy back.
He made me feel loved, really special,
Like a princess.
None of this handcuff rubbish.
Another clueless councillor has left me,
Just like all the others, struggling to forget,
But I do have one lasting memento,
On my floor a hint of sparkle,
She always wore such pretty earrings,
Twirling in the light, dancing and obscene as she spoke.
Snatched. It serves her right.
She’ll have earache tonight the silly girl.
It is as she once said,
The world is simply not ready for a star like me.
Copyright © Phillip Landers