Always Got Somebody

They line up for her.
She's learned the game so well.
Wanting none, but getting them all.
All races, all genders, all attitudes,
all different.
She takes the rose given to her,
and crushes it into lipstick,
searching for further domain.
The world is her dominion,
and fact is her opinion.
Why is it that
She's always got somebody?

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