Princess

by anthony wright   Aug 30, 2004


She sits beside me every day
each hour from day to day.
She looks at me like I'm bad
always making me feel sad.

She thinks I'm a loser
even though she's the boozer.
She looks at me with disgust
and looks as though she's been cussed.

She looks around and doesn't know
that she isn't the center of the show.
She looks around and feels
that she has been stomped on by heels.

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