Wake up, beautiful heiress,
it's time to greet the day.
Don your coat of human flesh
and go stalk your prey.
Drink your wine, beautiful heiress,
made of blood and tears.
Tip the peasant who served it,
with only a slightly censored sneer.
Walk on, beautiful heiress
through the zoos of rags and dirt.
Stomp on their hands with your shoes of bone,
and ask them if it hurt.
Get ready, beautiful heiress,
for the stardom and success.
Put on your gems of teeth and eyes,
and smile for the press.
Float on, beautiful heiress,
in the sea of workers' blood.
You know the world was made for you
to never touch the mud.
About the Creator
Jennifer Childers
I just write thoughts on anime, games, music, movies, or other things that are on my mind. Occasionally a poem or short story might come up.
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