Empty Box

[Pyro]

Thanks for the support MHenry!

[MHenry]

Don't hate me 'cause I'm pretty, said she. But we wouldn't mind if you aged badly and were devoured by mad wolves and rabid hounds, now or later. Otherwise, do have a nice day!

The story is engaging and well-written, Pyro. Deserved or not, this poor beauty will have her comeuppance!

[Pyro]

Lol! She'd make a good feed

[DWAYNE]

I instantly thought of Kim Kardashian.

[Pyro]

Don't. She has it coming.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Nice take on the obvious obsession with superficiality - though I almost feel bad for that poor bimbo by poem's ending. Devour indeed.

[Pyro]

Thanks!

[Pyro]

Thank you Suz-zen! Didn't have anyone particular in mind, just got fed up with superficiality.
In my dialect 'lege doos' (empty box) is an insult for a person with a shiny outer shell/who makes a lot of noise, but who lacks any depth.
It is most commonly used for the typical materialistic promiscouos barbie doll.
As I was writing it occurded to me that most dogs I've come across (lovely cuddly creatures) where afraid of cardboard boxes (and/or plastic bags) and wouldn't hesitate to go into attack mode having seen one. Thinking about it, I guess the dogs in the poem could be all kinds of people, devouring the box for different reasons, and 'devour' and 'box' are all yours to interpret as well. I like ambiguity.

[lunar glide]

wow. this poem is combustible!

[Suz-zen]

Pyro this Queen-beauty does not sound very nice! Someone you know or an amalgam of many??! Or perhaps so many that we see paraded on TV on the internet and the like?
Empty box, indeed! Interesting title to take us to the foreboding end. With the odd old fox and the dirty dingoes... i see dirty old men here.

Your only game
was sex.
You’ve never been witty.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>They will devour your empty box.... hmmmmmmmmmmm.

I like it.

[Pyro]

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.