Bleach blonde Goddess,
You pay for something
I naturally was given.

A replicate,
A fraudster

I was granted the luxury
of something so sought after,
people pay hundreds for.

The brightness,
The royalty.

And I would grow it out,
I would wimper as I shaved the roots.

Just to know the touch of
what you worship.
What you deem as a right;
Not a privilege.

He isn't groundbreaking.
I know the way he sounds,
The way he looks.
Nothing profound.

But I want to feel it --
His snake bite.