Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid, No. 25: Leopard Skin Shoes
(dedicato: Fiona)
He wined (maybe WHINNED, too!) and DINED ya; ya got
under his skin; sublime, Divine?
-he could not miss.
Is it your future? The past DON'T last (it haunts!)
Wotcha gonna-do
with those Leopard Skin shoes?
Monte-Cristo? Monte-Carlo? -or, whatever his name?
NO lasting affair, as fleeting as FAME.
He sunk his "tube" into your "well, left EARLY
the next morning, feeling "righteous"; U, feeling like HELL
on one of those Friday nights
or Saturday Blues; wotcha gonna-do
with those Leopard skin shoes?
It's ONLY Tomorrow. TODAY don't care. If U'are my SISTA?
ya got a BROTHER there; in this skeletal dance we grow
THICK SKIN
and give a "Finger!" to the Devil
and the hell he's in.
So put on that make-up! Put on your cool gown!
Put on your dancing shoes!
'cos we're going to Town!!
And those Leopard Skin shoes?... Can go sing the Blues.
c 2013/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/piacenza/italia...:)
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