Queen Of Trash

For you mum, I went easy on it.

She sits upon her throne

Mockery written on her face

The Queen of fuses blown

Wearing cotton instead of lace

Her throne being the dirty mattress

She lays on each and every day

With a bathrobe for a royal dress

TV being her onstage play

No one waits upon this queen

There's no food to be served

Not a dollar to be seen

Exactly what she has deserved

False-hood will be written

She is no longer declared royalty

For she was only Queen of Trash

Nothing more then a spoiled scene

That's now evaporated to ash

Burned from the dirty throne

The queen is now plain

And she could have seen the sun that shone

But went to the darkness through ashamed disdain.

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

Wow..the underling anger is sizzling in this write. These pent up feelings are necessary to get out. It's nice to see you do and in artistic way. Nice work.

[Inyourshadow]

Sounds like Britney lol. Love the way you used description to show what was and what is like dirty mattress for her throne. Reminded me of a Brothers Grimm story, they always penned such darkness into their faery tales. Keep em' coming