Territory

You'll go far where money offends
With your shiny necklace and your boardroom friends
The night will hold no doors closed
But in the daylight, darling
Will you become the toast
Of the tennis circuit and the church bazaar
With your casino smile and the thigh-slit car
Or will they scheme to etch your name
In blood to warn others of your game?

You'll go far where beauty upstands
With your saintly fingers and your bedroom hands
The years will spread with gold scored
But in the twilight, darling
Will you dip into the hoard
For the neckline cut and the buttock slash
Or the Martini habit and the fat-farm crash?
Will he conspire to scratch your name
From his to take another from the game?

© 2004, Alan J Stuart