the-princess-pat - Hello Poetry

Gather round my dears gather round For this freak of nature that I’ve found Though it’s growing more and more common By the day she’s a tiny girl, eats nothing but Raman Look at her pretty pink cheeks painted on for $50 a jar That ought to last her a week, by then she’ll need a new car Because the old one will have gone out of style She’ll need a new man; this one’ll be out of cash in a while And you can see her waste away before your very eyes You’ll expect her to change but would be in for a surprise She’ll stick her fingers down her throat until she is sore It has been so long she doesn’t know why she does it anymore This pretty pink princess, is incapable of lasting very much longer The men grow bored as she grows old and not much stronger

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Nov 22, 2010

Nov 22, 2010 at 10:48 PM UTC

My Dear Sister

Gather round my dears gather round For this freak of nature that I’ve found Though it’s growing more and more common By the day she’s a tiny girl, eats nothing but Raman Look at her pretty pink cheeks painted on for $50 a jar That ought to last her a week, by then she’ll need a new car Because the old one will have gone out of style She’ll need a new man; this one’ll be out of cash in a while And you can see her waste away before your very eyes You’ll expect her to change but would be in for a surprise She’ll stick her fingers down her throat until she is sore It has been so long she doesn’t know why she does it anymore This pretty pink princess, is incapable of lasting very much longer The men grow bored as she grows old and not much stronger

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Tonight my past flashed before my brown eyes The same ones that could look past the pain and lies So that once and for all there could be clear perception Of the skeletons which we kept hidden by deception What I saw brought no joy, only agony in excess: My mother, with her hand to her head in distress Watching with cold eyes as you screamed hate At your small daughters who were upset and irate There were three of us, all planned to run away So one day we may finally have a day Where we wouldn’t have to endure The torment of your words, which you were sure Would make me and my sisters the perfect daughter My mother was a cold mother, you were a worse father.

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Nov 22, 2010

Nov 22, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC

my past flashed before my eyes

Tonight my past flashed before my brown eyes The same ones that could look past the pain and lies So that once and for all there could be clear perception Of the skeletons which we kept hidden by deception What I saw brought no joy, only agony in excess: My mother, with her hand to her head in distress Watching with cold eyes as you screamed hate At your small daughters who were upset and irate There were three of us, all planned to run away So one day we may finally have a day Where we wouldn’t have to endure The torment of your words, which you were sure Would make me and my sisters the perfect daughter My mother was a cold mother, you were a worse father.

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I think I might just fade into the background Attach myself to a wall and fall right into it I’ll hear the passers-by I’ll listen to their conversations But I’ll never speak, I’ll never hurt them And they’ll never be able to hurt me

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Nov 22, 2010

Nov 22, 2010 at 8:49 PM UTC

Fade

I think I might just fade into the background Attach myself to a wall and fall right into it I’ll hear the passers-by I’ll listen to their conversations But I’ll never speak, I’ll never hurt them And they’ll never be able to hurt me

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I love cigarettes Because they never will run away To New York To become artists Their future is best served Hanging out the side of my mouth Killing me slowly I would rather die faster And have them there for as long As I Live Than have to be abandoned Continuously And callously

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Nov 22, 2010

Nov 22, 2010 at 8:45 PM UTC

I love cigarettes

I love cigarettes Because they never will run away To New York To become artists Their future is best served Hanging out the side of my mouth Killing me slowly I would rather die faster And have them there for as long As I Live Than have to be abandoned Continuously And callously

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