Queened
Fakers don’t see fruits
As I do and feel godly
Energy flow from tops
To the body below me.
I listen, I heal, I promise
Rosebuds and drink catnip
To their relief and I
Feel the strength of me
Yard sale bathroom cabinet
Second on the left, I’ve got
To stop someday, not now
With this soaring head
I’m a natural reiki mistress
Initiated by only the best
Or was it third? Oh my
Hair needs another dye.
The middle row of course
I wasn’t clear, three or four?
Wish I had soft peaches!
And my hair! Can’t see it.
It’s four today, I’m stable
A month and I’ll deal with
Three of them is better and
I want them to my shoulders.
Preferably golden strength
From the universe shall come
Make it grow to three of the …
Heart pumps less, I whisper
Bromazepam should stop
Its course to the bottom
I hardly see the orange skin
And whom shall I call today?
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