Before the controversy,
The world was at her mercy;
Now, tables have turned,
It's her who will be burned.
And I bet she never said a thing,
Felt shielded under someone's wing
- but the the dream broke.
All that's left is a sugary can of coke.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoésieA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
