Girls With Majestic Gestures

They chew gums in compacted face, Cheek-bones lining made-up skin; They belong to the golden race, Of foaming coke and shriveled gin. They stare at you like you were a slave, All through your seven lives; They do know how to behave, But only with middle fingers five. Rags cheap, faking overprice, Skirts shorter than a Chekhov story; They believe their tangled hair to be nice, But blush at selfish flattery. They have lips that throw sarcasm, At their own starving selves; They fall for their own dark chasms, In deep thoughts when their brains delve. The only knowledge they possess, Is of others’ destination; The only wisdom they impress, Is of disconnected imagination. I wonder how they ever pass, In their examinations upstart; They think their shoes are class, But it’s their gray cells that’re apart. Posing their hands as if they were fractured, They proudly exhibit their flaws; Girls with majestic gestures, Usually come in cycle-rickshaws. -Pin Dew (02/05/2017) Note: This is only to show how a Burlesque is written, no offense to anybody. Also excuse if anything seems inappropriate. I ask for forgiveness beforehand.