Beauty QueenA Poem by WooddawgCupid's arrow you think you have shot but I don't need what you think you got. I may be a fool don't play by your rule just spread your legs for your free ride. Strut your stuff pretend your not a tool build your self-esteem and drown in their drool. Oh, you want some respect when you wear that crown? Your breath smells worse than the hole that is brown. Laughter, laughter louder, mine or yours? Broken hearts can heal not the same for herpes sores. © 2014 Wooddawg |
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Added on November 13, 2014 Last Updated on November 13, 2014 |