Look at the queen
Whose body's pristine
Her raven hair's thick
And oh how it gleams
A prettier sight
Can't be found in the light
But looks aren't enough
When she thinks that she's right
Her anger is frightening
And never stops heightening
The facts that could ground her
Disappear like lightning
All pride is then swallowed
From her yes men who follow
And sincerity barked from her
Always rings hollow
Her King's a big hog
See he cheats and gets flogged
But he deals for free meals
His leash short like a dog's
The crow's flown the coop
Seems she cheats on him too
Though she makes him feel worse
Beauty absolves, her point of view
She becomes what others define
Though she fights all the time
Her IQ is untested
Though she challenges swine
She runs quickly to no where
And fears deep beneath her glare
Her spite knows no match
Talent rough, if even there...
Now don't get me wrong
Her beauty's worthy of song
But her insides are ugly
And looks aren't so strong
That they'd force me to bow
To the queen on her throne
Though I wonder how now
She'll survive all alone?
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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