Even as Satan
Escorted her soul to Hell
She couldn’t help but stop
To take another selfie.
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Even as Satan
Escorted her soul to Hell
She couldn’t help but stop
To take another selfie.
Photography: http://fav.me/d8w4b75
A Hermes bag holds her
Hollow soul.
Blahniks hoist her to the heavens.
Beauty and beholder,
Fad patrol.
She’s worn makeup since age seven.
Beneath her Chanel wall
She watches,
Judging us through Prada glasses.
She is above us all
Ten notches.
She’s revolted by the masses.
She’d trade laughter for a
Single pearl.
She is hated and wonders why.
No one will say “You’re a
Stupid girl.
Everything you know is a lie.”
GIF from the movie “Clueless”
SFoxWriting’s Alphabet Challenge ~ “Q”
Queen of Quite-a-lot, a poem
She commands we serfs
Honor her reign,
Brimming with hubris,
She’s terribly vane.
She flaunts daddy’s cash
But she never shares.
Spending and carousing
Are her only cares.
The value of a fellow
Lies within his wallet.
A meager man’s name?
She wouldn’t recall it.
She buys her friends
Like she buys her shoes.
Deny her a wish
To light her fuse.
She has two for
Every one you’ve got.
She is, after all,
Queen of Quite-a-lot.