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