Bands of gold, straps of lace
Is this the difference money makes
Skin is pretty, skin is not
with no Jag in the parking lot
Table service with a view
the only way to dine for you
Highlights from a chic salon
expensive dresses to throw on
Cocktails every night at five
the only way to feel alive
Tickets to a Broadway show
parties with folks you don’t know
Hand me downs, ragged jeans
what you get with little means
Skin is pretty, unadorned
just as supple, be forewarned
Canned goods from the Dollar Store
matters little what she wore
Needed Meds, to pay the price
love will make the sacrifice
Life in tatters, life in gowns
superficial smiles and frowns
Bands of gold, straps of lace
Is this the difference money makes
Shut eye tired sun hidden, dark deals are bidden
Crept beneath deepening mystery
Seen by benevolent moon, blatant sins forgiven
White kindness laid table service savoury array
Ghost woven cloth spread mistily
Holds hottest options which daylight won't avail
Atop endless selections, ravenous diner imbibes
Most dishes devoured deliciously
Serene spotted moon smiled fat will never chastise
Night crumbles memory, black chocolate splinter
Kept quiet in ten hour slice of history
Melted by Summer sultry, frozen rose stem of Winter
Jovial diamond jives, moon lake ripple refraction
Dwells in water's waver inconsistently
Told lies transform to truth for short lived satisfaction
Lured by beguiling bounce, harlequin blanket swim
Brings ill considered next day ignominy
Impure intent in obscure of nuit secures sinful whim
8th December
- Wait for starlight surrender -
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