The Drama Queens

The Drama Queens are back in town,
Mascara teardrops rolling down
Their florid cheeks past scarlet lips.
Spilling forth, wild spurts and snips.
Out of control, emotional cries.
Heat of the moment, twisting lies.

She hugs their broken, pent up sobs
About their boyfriends, kids and jobs.
Mrs. Fixit fixed it again
And stemmed the flood of blackened rain.
Off they trip, Oh! So satisfied.
Come again on tomorrow's tide.