Tags

, , , ,

While once she was “all that” in looks and outrageousness
She’s lost beguiling attributes which once made her famous
Relying on beauty that’s dried up and blown away
Faded card up her sleeve has become her stock and trade

Hell, in all its fury, is naught compared to this woman scorned
Beelzebub’s sulfur and brimstone is but mild storm
Slights that are perceived by this example of XX sex
Flabbergast us poor XY’s when viewed within context

Complains about her lovers, both present and past
Portrait of a narcissist whose self-deception’s unsurpassed
Nothing’s ever good enough, she thinks she’s Queen Sheba
If to her you do not bow down she’ll take it as a snub

Spaniards have a reputation for having puffed-up pride
Tiny ruffles that set this woman off? A Spaniard would let slide
The sun up in the heavens with its host of attendants
Pushed to subordination by this aged adolescent

Getting long of tooth, while getting short on years
Common destiny for all to whom survival adhere
Petulant, pleasing, femme fatale once drove men to our knees
This shell of a woman needs to accede to reality

All the chapters of our lives vary in their content
Future that she’s heading for is lonely, dried-up lament
Task of teaching old dogs new tricks is difficult indeed
Can this bitch of a woman ever learn a different creed?

The hands of time keep moving, they’ll slap us in the face
There’s no sin in growing old, though youth we do all chase
If twelve hours is a lifetime and the clock’s at half past nine
She’s down to last twenty percent before it’s quitting time

Our timeline is a tightrope upon which we gyrate
With each year that passes deterioration accelerates
It is brutal transition from youth to age and decay
But treating others horridly won’t make pain go away

While once she was “all that” in looks and outrageousness
She’s lost beguiling attributes which once made her famous
Relying on beauty that’s dried up and blown away
Faded card up her sleeve has become her stock and trade

Advertisements