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,
***** little *****.

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