Rolling...stoned, la Chanteuse. [poeTry]

by: a.paige

She's so damn bored, she's toned...
She rolls right in so toned...
Yes, she's toned, alright, so stoned.

She screams, “I grew up, I grew up, I'm free!
Independence, ice cream, and mee!
Smile, stretched wide..., it’s mee!

Her followers fuss, “Don’t hate!”

So the legs are spread once more...

She's an artist after all, she’s bored.

So damn bored, she’s toned...

She rolls right in, so blind...

We overthink it, she just does it, so stoned.

The rest of the world, meanwhile,

can’t afford a blind eye this time...

The maidens and the children cry out...

violated by the pervs' cold hands.

They cry out in pain...in vain...

While she s...creams, “It’s mee, It’s mee!

I grew up, I grew up, I’m free!

Molly and Teddy, and mee!”

So spread those legs... High Five!

Don’t think about your goal in life

To make a stand AINT the role to play

Just smile, be yourself..., be mee!

The rest of the world, meanwhile,

can’t afford a blind eye this time...

The maidens and the children cry out...

So spread your wings..., reach out.

Maybe she's really just steeped in pain...

If only she would stretch her hands for help,

not hide behind her painted smile...

Her naked veil reveals the irony.

A real artist, she, her father spews.

Molly and Teddy, stewed...

Maybe he’s right, take a gum to chew.

But the rest of us can see right through.