Call me a knockout
and make my smile diminish
because you're my boss.
Sir, you're mistaken
I don't feel more attractive
when you honk your horn.
Whistling at me
only allows one of us
to show true colors.
Drive by and holler
void of personality
I'm just a figure.
Your blood may pump blue
But your soul is neon sign
broken and ugly.
A haiku for you:
Corinne Elizabeth Parke,
Dirty little whore*.
*lol