MIRROR , MIRROR , ON THE WALL

PAINFULLY THIN , SHE'S A MODEL,
SO GLAMOROUS , THE BEAUTIFUL KIND.
IF LOOKS COULD KILL , SO NUCLEAR,
EXCELLENCE HER ESSENCE OF MIND.
ELEVATING THE WORD , GORGEOUS,
A DICTIONARY , HER SLAB OF MEAT.
THE WANDERLUST , OFTEN PROJECTED,
SO JADED , THIS NEED TO COMPLETE.
JUST TRITE , THIS GREAT WHITE WAY,
AN EVEREST , THE MOLEHILL , NEXT DAY.
HOTTER THAN THE HELL OF HADES,
OVER-NIGHT , NO RUNWAY TO PAY.
IN DREAMS , SHE'S THE LEADING LADY,
THE HOLLYWOOD HUNK , ON BENDED KNEE.
WITH GRACE , SHE ACCEPTS HER OSCAR,
THE INGENUE OF CONTRASTING GLEE.
SHE KNOWS HER BEAUTY HAS POWER,
AU MILIEU , SO WORTHLESS , SHE CRIES.
WHERE IS MY WHITE KNIGHT SHINING?
WITH HIS FORTUNE AND ALL THAT IT BUYS.

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