An Ode to you, ‘Pretty,’ from the Superficial
Ring around the Rosie
And you belong outside
See, this right here is our circle
And therefore, we decide
“She’s so full of herself, I know!”
“Oh? How do you know?”
“Because she’s a hoe!”
“A hoe?”
“The worst!
Her legs are cursed!”
“They’re cursed?”
“Cursed to the brim!
I heard it from him…”
‘Him’ who fumbled
Then cursed and mumbled
“He mumbled?”
More than mumbled!
He mumbled and crumbled
Battered and Shattered
Forcing mud on her name
Her statue of disdain
And the women…
“The women?”
Oh, the women were with him
Indeed, loved to hear it
Encouraged, Echoed
Laughed and cheered it
“Was it true?”
Heavens no!
She was never a hoe
Pride tipped his mind into a narcissistic flow
As for us women, oh the women
We’ll never befriend her
Not unless she dims herself to make us feel better
She dresses that way because she’s full of herself
Oh, she earned a degree
Must be to brag of her wealth
Why does she smile so much?
Are you ever this happy?
She’s so fake; she’s whatever we say
Until we feel less crappy…
less sappy…
Less pathetic and scrappy
That’s the name of the game, you see
The game I’ve created and proudly run
That’s right, not you, but me…
Pretty doesn’t belong here, darling
And therefore, you must hide
Or we’ll defame your name
Drag it through the mud…
And boast in our fake sense of pride
She’s not enough!
How could she be?
No, I don’t feel bad…
We should never feel bad…
“It’s justified!”
“Why?”
Because… she’s pretty…
“She’ll be fine, right?”
Ring around the Rosie
And you belong outside
See, this right here is our circle
And therefore, we decide