If all is fair in love and war,
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Then under which do you classify this?
For God forbid that you should consider
These capacious thighs, this quiveringly-gelatinous bust
But in your words I do infer
That it would not be the first time
Nor the last
That you had gazed upon a woman so.
But how then, if this be war
Dare you adopt a stance of
"Holier than thou?"
For if so, I fear I may have to inform you
Religion is deceased, and every day the worms come back for more.
A wooden casket never held so potent a drug feeble.
Did not you hear my words on authority?
My actions regarding such?
For if not, I fear you deaf and blind.
Please wait here for the doctor, he'll be with you momentarily.
Festering wounds, do you now claim to be God?
Forgive me father, for I've failed to recognize you instead
Heinous crimes for one who would rather define herself
By her scars.
Who do you choose to be today?
Then see me not
For I am but a naive child
White baby dress hiding
What you dare not see
And pink polka-dot ribon holding up
The carefully styled and dyed hair
White the class ring of my first love hangs
Daintily around my bruised neck,
Twenty-dollar bill stuffed down my bra.
Yet thou, fair goddess,
For that is what you insist on being regarded as,
Have been blinded by your own halo,
And stupidified by the bright lights surrounding you.
I wouldn't place you on a pedestal.
No, for in your own intensity
Lies your downfall.
Perhaps it would be a better thing to keep, in the back of the closet,
You, forever, the skeleton girl.