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Beauty Queen
Constant quest for perfection
Buried in a funhouse reflection
Tentacles of endless temptation
Squeeze her mind into dutiful deception
Pangs of hunger feed the smile she wears
As she withers away and slowly disappears
Protruding beauty validates the stares
A stubborn will abates her fears
She won’t let the whispers alter her stand
It’s not their place to force her hand
They don’t understand the high she craves
She prays to the god who keeps her a slave
Drink of the cup
Eat from the trough
Of the facades that hide
The dying inside
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Silly monkeys give them thumbs
they make a club and beat their brother down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
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