Fatal Finale

Fatal Finale

In the bedroom he waits,
already too late,
millionaire mistress;
another bad date

Her hair cascading,
his confidence fading
as she takes from the chest,
not a bulletproof vest

But its namesake in barrel.
Mopping up with a towel
his essence and more,
then - out of the door

As she pulls and she drags
those plastic bin bags

She thinks to herself,
"Damn! Still on the shelf,
Oh well, there's another tomorrow."