Dear Miss Beauty Queen:
With your.
Royal Crown of thorns.
and scepter of fun-house mirrors.
You're losing yourself again
In a salt-rimmed reflection
And I'm left wondering. What it is that
Your looking for exactly.
In that deceptive, reflective
Flip-flopped-inverted world.
Where-the agenda consists
of Hide and Seek
Snakes and Ladders
Dissect and critique
And Brainwash and Spills and Ladders
You rolled a bad pair of die.
Snake Eyes. And your Losing yourself.
CANT YOU SEE THE SNAKES AND LADDERS?
Your slipping, and running out of turns.
And what happens when your ladders run out.
Then, where will papa be
To buy you that diamond ring
Or fix that Mockingbird that refuses to chirp
A single croak of melodic harmony for fear
That the snakes will come and eat it.
The snakes will eat you alive
Beauty Queen
You Queen of Beauty
They will eat you alive. From your glossy shiny nails
To your smeared mascara.
The Snakes and ladders crack and twist. you
And SLIP AND CRACK AND TWIST AND FALL
AND SLIP AND CRACK AND TWIST AND FALL.