Victoria has a secret,
and now it's high time
to get this off her chest:
for what seems an eternity
she's endured them.
Far from supporting or uplifting,
instead they get under her skin.
If she lets them slide on the job,
it only makes for awkward
adjustments later.
Still, they used to adore her,
shoulder-to-shoulder,
now they're a form of torture.
True, they were never an exact fit,
but sometimes they worked wonders.
Now, they make subtle digs at first,
but by day's end
they've always left their mark.
It's said to keep one's friends close
but one's enemies even closer,
and that's no stretch.
Maybe it's time to string 'em up and free the ******
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
Victoria has a secret,
and now it's high time
to get this off her chest:
for what seems an eternity
she's endured them.
Far from supporting or uplifting,
instead they get under her skin.
If she lets them slide on the job,
it only makes for awkward
adjustments later.
Still, they used to adore her,
shoulder-to-shoulder,
now they're a form of torture.
True, they were never an exact fit,
but sometimes they worked wonders.
Now, they make subtle digs at first,
but by day's end
they've always left their mark.
It's said to keep one's friends close
but one's enemies even closer,
and that's no stretch.
Maybe it's time to string 'em up and free the ******
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