Brokenhearted Casualties

Painted ladies all over town

Tattooed to the hilt like multi-colored clowns

Used to be a red light district considered out of bounds

Delighted by the promiscuity now they’re unbound,

The world is a confusing place

Priorities now seem to be leather and lace

Keep the antibiotics with you just in case

It no longer seems to be the right time and place,

Painted ladies in this corrupt land

A future predicated on desert sands

Morality sifting right through my hands

Painted ladies and over stimulated glands,

No wonder marriage doesn’t work today

Women behaving like hookers from yesterday

Seems like only a fool would beg her to stay

Tattooed spinsters now ready made,

The higher wisdom of a wishing well

The hypnotic effects of a southern bell

The very source of your romantic hell

As if some witch just cast a spell,

Painted ladies for the adventure it’s true

Her entire body looks like a whole tattoo

You’d think she’d die from ink residue

Seems society’s moral compass is all askew,

A random sampling of social mentality

The manifest of broken hearted casualties

Trying not to view commitment with such finality

Like expecting honesty from a painted lady.