The Ultimate Vamp
She was the ultimate vamp
We saw it the second we saw her
Her haughty attitude drove a motorcycle around the room
Her brake lights were lit before she said “hello”.
She thought she was a classic.
Chic and marvelous.
I ran from her wheels as they rounded corners of the room
Trying not to meet her
Recognizing her kind.
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