The Devil Wears Armani
She was eighteen, I was thirty two
She was an unread poem,
I was yesterday’s gift.
Her heart she gave gladly,
Her beauty mine, to enjoy
Given away in youthful sacrifice,
The Guilt was all mine.
But I take this gift,
For business is good,
And I seek many rewards.
What was love for her,
Was ego to me.
This man, her dream,
My dream, the pleasures of the night
Her attraction, my Armani suit, my Aston Martin
My attraction, just another bloom,
Found on the florists shelf.
So follow me, for Chanel number 5 Paris awaits.
Young beauty with eyes, so blue
And hair, so fair,
Who men desire
And women, love,
Come, your catwalk demands.
Look into my eyes, and see your future.
You will see my strength.
I will see my deceit.
You will see my friendship.
I will see my betrayal.
You will see your perfect love.
I will see a naked fool.
But do not judge me,
For my disciples are lined up.
Flashing their Cartier time piece, on life’s bar stool,
Intoxicated by their illusions,
Waiting, with a fashion house web
To claim the next face,
The next soul, looking for love
Just As the deserts wait for rain.
It is ordained
For the dove will find no love hear.
Only the thief,
Who takes her beauty, and plunders her love.
Who will tarnish her soul,
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poem by Steven Cooke
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