How many fucking times had that mirror lied.
Just stood there and blatantly lied.
Probably laughed its fucking head off
How many times did that mirror scream
You look fucking hot, girl
If those tits could talk
They would be shouting
I’m all yours
But he ain't
He’s off with a fucking librarian
Who the fuck jumps a librarian
Every guy demands a whore
You marry librarians
That’s all you do
She would show him
Fucking sophistication
She would show him sophistication
Short skirts became dress suits
Blonde to black
She just oozed power
Stood across from him
Gazing into his soul
He kept glancing at her
Sensing the challenge
Sensing victory
She played with him
Feigning indifference
Getting into his head
Pushing all the right buttons
The mirror laughed
Like it knew
How the game would ensue
You marry librarians
That’s all you do...
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this is a very dark outing
of societies taboo topics
and a poetic study, on causality:
like, how we have our fears and hate's
rebounded
then unknowingly convince ourselves
that's who we, want to be..
and how we covet
the perfect family person
across the street, then
leer endlessly, at the seductively dressed
or how those dressed so invitingly
fume, at the attention
they need
to bolster their warped, self esteem..
(so many topics and themes
you commentate on, bravely
a write of true poetic brevity
thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
and I too agree: that hypocrisy
in the mirror
is the very worst kind of betrayal
we'll ever know in life
It sure screamed at this girl. If only she knew she was competing against herself.
I like your mirror, mine's got my dad hiding in it.
Mine just laughs, usually at me.
Whoa! So intense and you must have some real insight to see into these characters. She's scary and right out of a movie!
She was rather scary, I blamed the hair dye.
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