I met a gal named...
"Shallow Sal"
whose soul was filled
with ............
Her walls were tall,
conceit stood proud.
Armed guards stood
watch night and day.
A selective memory,
instantaneous recall.
Better watch your step
divine pleasure breeds
when you stumble, trip, or fall.
An old beaten gate,
hinged but one way;
Do it my way or Get Out!
A self-appointed Queen
of ultimate control.
Never to admit
perhaps she was .....
Proud bullets of empty excuses
strengthen her stronghold.
Sticking it to others,
lazy labels, names, and fools
who only got what they deserved.
Truly unaware,
why we sometimes stare,
distance ourselves from her.
Unable to hide the murderous eyes
that guard night and day.
I met a gal named...
"Shallow Sal"
whose soul was filled
with ............
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