Womanhood (3)

the devil is calling her
he’s callin her name
she shuts him out
as she struts down
the street in her
tight jeans she knows that
she is a tease
but hey,
the goodies stay in the jar
the devil calls to her
as he tightens his grip
she tightens her shirt
and uplifts her breasts
and glosses her lips
and flips her hair
for the night.
the devil calls to her
he relentlessly holds on
while she pulls on the jay that her friend
Mary rolled
Mary rolled
her up this joint
so she pulls, she thinks Mary is never wrong
so she drinks
Mary fills her cup as she
slips right into his hands. . .
he got what he wanted.