A flirt sleeps with a smiling face
and wakes up with much purpose;
She designs her day and just fly,
Those who are disgusted by her
loathes that she's happy,
she's evil and she should not be,
and they're getting fatter, older
lounging in Lutz' Eatery,
masticating, talking about her.
Melanie Agua
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flirt-3/
