Nothing about her was true
It is not clear
If she ever knew the
True meaning of truth.
She never used a name,
Or better said,
She never used the same
Name more than once.
Being close to thirty
She used to introduce
Herself in the range of
Seventeen to forty.
Appearing exactly as they
Expected her to be
Selling dreams
Fulfilling fantasies.
Nor did her breast
That was carefully
Carved out of the
Latest plastic materials
Nor her blonde hair
Which covered any traces
Of the real color
That once ruled her head.
She never smiled
A real smile
And even most of her orgasms
Were made up as part of the show.
She didn’t really cared
About them
Nor loved them
As she used to claim
Most of the time
She didn’t even bother
To meet them more
Than once.
Using and throwing,
Adding another
Name to the list
Collecting another man.
Not for money
Not for affection
Just because she liked
To seduce and lie.