I have no need for gold,
I listen to everything I am told,
Gems, I care not of their worth,
I know I will die after birth.
This world maybe cruel,
But I epitomized the fool,
Blinded by my cardboard throne,
Painted to mock the centuries old.
I hold not an ounce of reality,
Yet I lack perfect superficiality.
Although in time it may come,
They'll dub me queen of the dumb.
Real sophistication I lack,
At the slightest comment; I crack.
Jewels cannot be your true love,
No amount of money can guarantee
You a place in heaven above,
True, we all desire money.
But it will never be your honey.
Even a hallowed-headed plastic princess
Dare not trifle with that sort of mess.
Art thou dull enough
To play with such stuff?
You insist there must be a risk
To every move you make.
You put in a hidden twist
With every step you take.
I know you're not my kind
And try as you may,
You shall make no change
To my mind.
Love a miserly swine?
I say nay!
Although it's too late
For the plastic princess
To cast away,
The filthy greedy sort:
Already he's mine.
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The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar 2008-2013
PoetryA young writer's newly released first collection of poems. Written during the tumultuous and at times troubling years of high school and the more forgiving and enlightening years of college, Maddy Kobar captures what it was like to have come of age...
