Love (-Hate) Letter to My Hellion Who Was
N'er do well
the tartlettes, not the Belles
of dubious occupations, but
hearts leadened with goodness,
no, we address
your unrepentant
predecessors, perpetually crimson
painted around a gum-popping leer
no gratitude to be displaced or
guilt-ridden conscience will be
assuaged, mama made sure, sugarcakes,
your vices were indulged to
the max, and daddy spared no expense
that your petty dreams be oohed and ahhed
the craven and the crones
seem to like this myth perpetuated
a pack a day nicely sandwiched between
your bratty insults coated in praise and kisses
blown along with the stale smoke
no one is impressed for too
long, seeing the inky mascara a hook
upon your deathly cheek, no one
is smitten too entirely, minx tangled
in little girl lost barbed by
the tough girl exterior
no one
we, the spurned,
delude ourselves
daily
who is looking into
those hellcat eyes
and sinking deep
within your
slinking
lies today?
**dedicated to crass, no-class A.N.s of the world we'd love to hate but unfortunately cannot. Not quite yet, at least.
When Everyone Knows What That Even Means, It Will Comeback
class is not learning
how to be polite
it is actually being
it is actually not snubbing
a lifestyle of lilts
instead of tilts
we stopped learning
how to present
when form became passé
and passé reknown
as the new unform
this is not progress
it is lack of class
Where did it go
We used to live in a world where manners were valued.
Please and thank you were not a choice
People spoke in a polite voice.
I am not sure what happened along the way
Maybe it's the demeaning music or shows
Somehow it has become okay to belittle others
Since when has being the bully won elections?
Being classless has become cool
Our grandparents would think we're fools
Our country's arrogance puts me to shame
But I still would never call people names
Kindness goes a long way
Hopefully people will realize this again,
Someday