MAD MEN – A Poem

Words: Red Lady
Artwork: Red Lady

Pretty face to a dull mind.

Skirt to the knee,

Crimson lips,

Locks tucked up high.

Grey hairs sprout from wrinkled skin.

Poised suit,

Breathe of gin, 

Eyes chase a little more than just a pretty smile.

Living in blind harmony,

Until rough palms echo on milky cheeks,

Roast beef after a hard day’s work,

Tends to broken bones.

Connected only by money and smoke.

Love: a myth,

Loyalty: a crime,

Life: a joke.

Both souls seek mending,

Craving affection they’ll never know.

Rotten flesh beneath dry cleaned coats.

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