there always is
some rum in her glass
and some scandal on her trail
while the rest of the world
opens eyes
each morning
to a new day
with stale hope
she stirs from her sleep
to a new past
each noon
and unwraps the night gone by
with obscene anticipation
but then
she has always been one
to turn her back
on rules;
or so they say
she refuses to plan
plans are such addictive armours
against accidents.
it is a shame-
people plan
accidents are such charming things.
the pleasant ones kill cynicism
and make futile memories,
and the unpleasant ones-
they make for such appetizing gossip
over alcohol
and thus
she dances on
while each night
adds some more red to her cheeks
and some more adjectives to her stories
while each night
gifts some more snickers
to her dwindling set of denouncers
and sends some more admirers to the grave
she dances on
what does it say of her
if intoxication
is the mainstay of her immense appeal
and sobriety?
Oh, of that, one has not heard much!
what does it say of her
if intoxication turns her into a celebrity
and sobriety, a celibate?
what does it say of her
and what does it say of the world?!
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She still knows not what she did last night! :P :P
