For someone so beautiful
skin flawless
eyes bright
it lightens your pretty white smile
hair flattering like a halo
standing tall and lean and
oh so proud
Your insides are quite the opposite
filled with charred remains of trash
rotten flowers
yeasty and decayed
a nest for a swarm of gnats
On the outside she is called home of the free
On the inside he's a prisoner of
consumerism
commercialism
narcissism
on the backs of the weary
to get ahead
with a shit filled grin.
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