London Tipton

Believing you are flawless Like lillies in the meadow breeze Convinced you're the universes present Strutting about as you please But your transparency sticks out to me As if snow in the midst of summer Thinking you're sharp and perfect But you dear, are fake, and much dumber You're a little Miss London Tipton A dimwitted blonde to say the least With pathetic little taunts, you get what you want Still you feel you are incomplete So to satisfy your needs, You take from me, One who has sought and fought, More than you'd ever please My one necessity, gone- You stole it away Love, life, and lust Beginning to rapidly decay I hope you're happy, Miss London Tipton For I'm too zephirus to scream or yell Thats's all right, because I already know- You will burn in hell