With an Hermès hanging on her hand,
She struts down the halls, hips swaying,
Red soled Louboutins click-clack
Against the greasy linoleum flooring.

She loves to travel first class
From London to Las Vegas
Her lollipop lips fluttering from Danny
To Declan, and from Jeremy to Jonas.

She's the goddess of thieves;
Her collection of stolen hearts
More numerous
Than the universe's sparkling stars.

She's the mistress of boundaries;
She knows how to make them, she knows how to break them
And any scuttering nobody trying to crawl up the social ladder
Beyond their assigned mark, will have to face her wrath.

She's a messenger of the people;
You can rely on her to deliver
The hottest gossip, fresh and crisp,
Like her morning mocha and chocolate bagels.

She was a troublemaker from the start;
She made boys cry for fun;
Cunning as she was smart,
The lady Hermes, if there was ever one.

~*~

This is an entry for @ThePoeticRose 's contest.