Stretch marks.
  Cellulite.
    Scales.

Want.
  Pretty  

Reflection,
  Is that really me?

Knife.
  Shredder.
    Fats be gone.
      For the better.

Please?

From the tips
   of her fingers
    
To the heel
        of her soul,

One greedy woman.

  She asks:
      
"Teach me how to
       dance on graves,

        Show me my insides out,
           Preach to me of the ungodly.."

" I will not"  I said.
      "Look to another, I am
           unavailable.
              
           You would have me
                 be Sisyphus while you
                    take the Queen's throne."

Inviting all to ponder
    as you wear only a thong,
         your ******* slightly hidden in the shadow....

Your hiss is threadbare,
      just audible to those
                 in spitting range.

All is not
    welcoming
      with me,
        I was once blind
           to  your  level  of   fuckery.

No more says the man
that guides the boy within.

I have grown
   on the shoulders
       of what I once was.

To me
   your voice
      is the sound
              of two cats fighting.

What right do I have
     to dance on the dead,
             let alone show you.

If thy self worth
derives from the status of others,
thou art a narcissist or a sociopath.

If thy self worth
derives from bringing others down,
thou art already lower than they are.

If thy self worth
derives from petty comparisons,
thou art a vain and unsophisticated soul.

If thy self worth
derives from thy own accomplishments,
no worldly thing can restrain thy potential.

Break free of thy Ego,
learn to let it drive thee
rather than steer thee:
thus may thou thy bliss construct.