Pretty Talker
I watch her lipstick mouth; it never stops
its movement as she prattles on and on.
And now another famous name she drops,
her daddy’s latest client, known as John
by only his close friends! She widely grins
while spilling secrets all about that guy.
I swear the Gossip Girls had fewer sins
than Pretty Talker. How she loves to lie!
I catch her telling half-truths all the time,
yet all the kids are mesmerized by her.
To me, her pretty mouth seems filled with grime
each time I hear it spew a racial slur.
She has a straw between white teeth. A Coke
She’s sipping now. Oh, how I wish she’d choke!
Written June 28, 2016 for the Pretty Talker Contest of Skatcenter>
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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