On Patrol

On patrol.
She is in control,
Her whole
Being bent
On making him content.

His pent
Up frustration
Is expressed in dissipation.
He has long since lost control
And is losing his soul.

She stays for a while
Then leaves with a smile
And a wave.
The position is grave
And no one is saved.

On patrol again
She wonders when
Or if the men
Will ever see
The real she
Hidden behind the make-up.

Girl and man need a wake-up
Call,
But it is easier to fall
Than to arise
And reach for the skies.