Yeah, she was mommy's little girl....
All dirty on the inside, & smelled of cheap wine and liquor.
She was the target of chartreuse disaster, and ingested turpentine.
She wanted to break the mold, to start a burlesque' inquisition...
Of a little whore that one day got lost in the mirror,
Splendid was she by her poisonous vision.
Now she wreaks of Vaseline and all those pretty things,
All this was to simply impress....
Either a boy or her own Religious interests.
Shes a bony fake, that vomits up her low-calorie wedding cake...
Just to conjure up morphine lollies for her overstuffed-belly aches.
Now she's laughed at for living her disastrous cream-filled daydreams,
And all she can do is put on her mommy's make-up....
So you should swallow what you chew, or end up eating what is left to scrape up.
Nothing
Just
Like
You.
Author notes
Option ##1
A contest entry
- LuckyCharms & BrokenHearts by Dead Star--x.
550 points, ended September 6, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow thats just an awesome poem
i dont know what to say i just love it -
I liked it lots....this is one of the first i think i read of yours that had a rhyming rhythm....i liked it alot..... And it has such good imagery!!!!! IT makes me happy....although i am pretty sure the poem is meant to be taken seriously and sad....it still makes me grin!!!!
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