Hey! There goes another one,
and here, also, go I.
A double header cast-off
with just another lie.
A revolving door, her life.
Men coming and going,
uncounted, fleeting loves, for
reasons they not knowing.
She latches on to him for this
to another for that.
She says to fulfill a need,
but don't take off your hat.
They're not really needs, but wants,
hollow self-fulfillment
of selfishness and her greed,
her disposable men.