Party Girl

She was a party girl
Her head in a whirl
Of boys
And expensive toys.

She offered
“No strings fun”
In exchange for money proffered
By those who would
(if they only could)
The solemn tick tock
Of the ever present clock.

She was gone one day,
Who can say
Few care
To know.
The man of the world shrugs.
Best not go
She had naturally blonde hair
I think.
Will you take another drink?”

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