The Would Be Slayers
They sit and whisper
As if to decipher
The code to a great mystery
That was never lively
Making plans
To evince men from all clans
They scribble
And scramble
In short spatial attire
That threatens to make the sire retire
Limping in stilettos
Only to draw attractive silhouettes
That leaves the sacred
Worried
They wear faces with different layers
The would-be slayers
To slay those who are unaware of the play
Their intentions are so clear
That they slay with no fear
They strike poses
That threatens the doctors to change the doses
Social media is their workplace
Where they post in a recurring phase
As if to win an Olympic race
And I who cannot keep the pace
Leave the would-be slayers to have
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