A vampire queen, her thirst to claim.
Catherine, her name, her beauty's lure,
In grocery stores, she stalks the hour.
With lemons wafting, her scent so sweet,
She glides through aisles, her prey to meet.
In scanty dress, her curves so bold,
Her eyes like daggers, her heart of gold.
She seeks the men, with wallets full,
Their egos fragile, their souls enthralled.
"Mushrooms, please," she asks so low,
But hunger burns, her thirst to know.
With male ego games, she plays her part,
Their self-worth boosting, their hearts a dart.
To frozen food, she leads them then,
Where passion's flame ignites again.
But once they're snared, her fangs unsheathed,
Their blood and souls, she's quickly seized.
Their wallets emptied, their spirits drained,
Catherine's victims, forever pained.
In Phoenix's stores, she stalks unseen,
Her thirst unquenched, her hunger keen.
So men beware, this vampire queen,
Whose beauty's trap, your soul will glean.
Hide your cash, your heart, your soul,
Lest Catherine claim you whole.
Unlikely Buddha ©2023
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