Oh poor perished-beauty-queen!
How can people be so mean?
Too blinded by your content?
Your pedestal is getting old
and just like you, will break,
not bend.
All the effort it takes
to look this damn good
is truly underestimated.
And all this time,
time’s been eating you.
Your foundational beauty
has slowly faded.
Now even men below your rank
have lost that thirst and appetite.
And women, who’ve never been good to you,
are teaming up to unite their spite.
To bring you down like you did them,
just by being born pretty.
But you’re not to blame.
Your only game
was sex.
You’ve never been witty.
Now there’s no one left to play
and your voids are just piling up.
Unlike before yesterday,
no purpose in layers of make-up.
Thus your turn has finally come,
the time to face your task.
‘Bout freakin' time you ditched the fake,
the timeless fancy mask.
So show yourself, your inner roar,
and become your inner beast.
Cause all the human animals
will dine on life’s last feast.
Hounds and wolves will be there,
some dirty dingoes, the odd old fox.
So howl along or be aware:
They will devour your empty box.
How can people be so mean?
Too blinded by your content?
Your pedestal is getting old
and just like you, will break,
not bend.
All the effort it takes
to look this damn good
is truly underestimated.
And all this time,
time’s been eating you.
Your foundational beauty
has slowly faded.
Now even men below your rank
have lost that thirst and appetite.
And women, who’ve never been good to you,
are teaming up to unite their spite.
To bring you down like you did them,
just by being born pretty.
But you’re not to blame.
Your only game
was sex.
You’ve never been witty.
Now there’s no one left to play
and your voids are just piling up.
Unlike before yesterday,
no purpose in layers of make-up.
Thus your turn has finally come,
the time to face your task.
‘Bout freakin' time you ditched the fake,
the timeless fancy mask.
So show yourself, your inner roar,
and become your inner beast.
Cause all the human animals
will dine on life’s last feast.
Hounds and wolves will be there,
some dirty dingoes, the odd old fox.
So howl along or be aware:
They will devour your empty box.
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