Beauty Queen

Beauty Queen

A Poem by Wooddawg

Cupid'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