Little Miss Princess

Sweet little princess,
Stuffing her face with the fat man.
Puking up mendacity and bigotry;
Living life in Lane Bryant suits,
And off the rack specials;
While drinking Amore Magico
From Reidel Stems paid for
With depression, suicide and the
Lesser of those you seek to flatten.
Your arrogance reeks,
Putrefying the air around you.

We all know you, little primness.
You are naught in the face of power.
The common puppet, shrinking,
Wide eyed inanity in full bloom.
You have no proficiency of your own;
A faceless, nameless, nothing;
Dancing a fools waltz, ignorant.
There is no Tango Vals in you
Who is stilted and petty.
Your carelessness swells,
Thickening the air around you.

Sweet little princess,
Superficial self-important lass;
A virtual Mother Teresa of the damned.
Furnishing inconsequential notice
To justify your existence.
You possess untenable eminence,
Purchased with intercourse and affiliations.
You strut among the roses of all humanity
Those perfumed by experience and mêlée
Worthy of esteem and admiration,
That cancels the stench in the air around you.

All will know you, little primness.
You will sit among the great pretenders.
The feminine duplicate of Steven Glass.
On that day all will be delivered
Wholly and certainly.
Your acerbic foray ended
For all to weigh up and consider.
Publicly calling your name, malevolence.
A bitter conclusion; a lesson learned
Overdue and justified
Cleaning the air around you.