she puts on her black peacoat and heads out the door
clouds the color of Napoleon's heart dripping ice cold rain water at ever click of her prada heels
a drunk beggar stares at her tits as she walks bye
a twisted whisper so small crawls of his mouth
it is too small to be heard or acknowledged
then she stops and thinks to herself
"i'd actually consider fucking a drunk, homeless, horny fuck if one ever knew the right thing to say"
and she regains momentum
her tight ass swaying feverishly from side to side
filling out every square inch of her clothing
she walks into the big flashy building
expensive lighting bouncing off of her glossy lips
her nose powered once
and stuffed with it twice for good measure
she flips her hair and lights flash
she moves her lips and shutters move back and forth
she is everything you want to be
but nothing that you'd ever really want to become