Pretty Pretty
Kelsey P.

Black fur eyelashes and ice blue eyes
Her beauty-queen dream is never awry
Sweet excuses, shimmering lies
In her lovely young body, innocence dies.

Her nails will be filed, hair filled with dye
(Beauty is pain, and for that she will cry)
Her champagne’s Cristal, her red wine is dry
She gets all the best that money can buy.

Muscle in her arm, tone in her thigh
For friends and lovers, no need to try (!)
Her smile’s wide, her glance is sly
On Earth she glows, elsewhere she’ll fry.