Queen Bee
Feeling rotten from within,
While seeming white, free of sin.
Lips then red, adorned with blood,
Spit out arrows coated with mud,
Shooting down victims with a smile,
Gaining teacher favor all the while.
Go now, to your painted home,
Step gingerly out of your tainted dome,
Pick up the paper and the gun,
And condemn yourself for the wrongs you have done.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
