She cannot pass a mirror for she is well equipped.
Makeup is her weapon and her blouse always unzipped.
She lacks in education unless it's fashion, flare or style.
Her knowledge lies in darkened eyes of scrutiny so vile.
She only craves attention, and will let you gaze in awe.
Then turn her nose up in the air if you have a flaw.
She only speaks to those who share her quality of life.
She will search the land for a wealthy man who wants a trophy wife.
There is no doubt this she will find, for vanity is in.
She doesn't know the price she'll pay for this deadly sin.
For when her looks begin to fade, no surgery can hide.
The lack of desire that's required; It's only found inside.
Her convenient life of luxury is fading as is she.
A receipt found in his pocket for the maid who's pouring tea.
Her youth and beauty missed somehow, when hired to mop the floor.
Now, it is she with his money out shopping in the store.
She cannot face the mirror now; Disgrace and shame replace.
The glory she once did admire when she painted on her face.