She wasn't shy
about telling her friends
she was banging him
for his bank account,
hundred grand and change.

A retirement plan,
of sorts.

She met him
while pouring drinks
at some biker bar dive,
a pseudo Vietnam vet,
beer belly, mostly toothless,
his battle stories
straight outta Hollywood.

And it wouldn't be long,
she said
with him looking
a bit yellow
but still hammering back shots
at the casino bar,
while she played
slot machines two at a time
a handle in each hand.

Occasionally, he'd yell,
"Let's go get a room
so you can **** my ****!"

I saw her after the inevitable,
said sorry to hear about Tommy.
(You never know...
there could have been
some human feelings)

And she smiled,
said "Yeah..."
her tone chipper.

She got the money,
and it was gone
in about a year.
She fed that flock
of fair weather friends
like a mama bird
and then they flew.

Now she’s looking
for another sucker,
and taking shots
at gold diggers
on social media.

"******* ******."