Did You See Her Walking?

i was disappointed she wasn't a private person her smile was crooked and she took residence in my thought She doesn't read poems or books Only mirrors,programs, and columns...for her looks I wish I never would have known her better reality's a romantic's foe like the fits of anger thrown by Bukowski or the dark and dank images formed by words of Poe 'Twas Harshly she spoke She was a hedonist but not a libertine She was ignorant and barely clean eyes glued to magazine i wish i never knew this fiend