In her seedy needy way,
lay the man that lead her astray;
his tie on pillow, his unbuckled belt
on display.
How did she end up this way?
Naked and half alive
halfway down the highway.
He traces her thigh-way,
while writing off the costs
of their forget me not getaway.
Does it have to be this way?
Her lipstick mirror looks back
to say, “why is the key to your heart
only booked for short stays?”