I can tell

I can tell

Dressed up in cowgirl attire
fancy boots, tight jeans
you ain’t nothing close to real
with just one glance I can tell
you wouldn’t know
the difference between
a stirrup, horn.
You strut your stuff
like it’s a god given gift
but that tan and make-up
didn’t come cheap
nor did those firm breasts.
I’ve seen the way
you beg for attention
then cold halfheartedly
turn them all away
thinking you are a queen
but truth be known
you’re nothing more
than a scene waiting
to be forgotten
soon as the next wannabee appears
so drink your shots and beer
in make-up and don’t forget
the tanning machine tomorrow
and if you believe those breasts
was worth the risk
to make men dream
you need more help
than originally thought
for not all men want a Barbie
or one that needs to be
bought.

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