David DeSantis - ***The Beauty Queen

Vericose Veins
are eating her legs
like worms in the rain
climbing her neck.

She once was a woman
fair to be seen
now is a woman
in covered gangrene.

Her eyes are like a fire
which used to be a flame
until shorted by a wire
from a crashing aeroplane

Her neck is obtuse
like a cut jelly bean
and her toes are as curled
as a spun metal beam

Her pants are the hue
of the dirt found in dust
with a brown soiled view
of the backside of her bust

Often when I think,
of this once beauty queen
who now tends to stink
like an old salad green

I wonder to myself
how my end will be
And drink another beer
While smoking a tree.


Copyright (c) David DeSantis

David DeSantis

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