Pepper Spray

She will beguile you
For a while
And then she leaves
With her pepper spray
Tucked tight
Between her knees
And a light
That lets her run
Along the wall
She is sophisticated
She used to live abroad

She lifts her head
And whips her hopes
Before she goes
Spends an hour
Choosing fonts
To let you know
Her little face
Is burning up now
It's so cold
She is an alien
Between a hell
And heaven knows

There's a good choice
And a bad choice
To be made
There's a good choice
And a bad choice
To be made
But she is much too late
To decide
Which card
To play