Slay Queen Empire
Physical glow of a queen with the account of a peasant
maintaining the countenance that will make men arise
against a few disapprovals, she manages the crack
a self acclaimed socialite with an office built with nothing
smart phone, the converter of her fantasy to reality
with contracts making way through a chat or a dial
electrical and anatomical devices, her means of survival
a constant traveler in need of her own private boeing
events are graced, lashing out “let them say”
all the blessings of life are peaked when fake
then the few tasty meals must be exaggerated
snapshots top her chart of precious stones
God, sometimes dragged into the show to be a partner
an empire so large to the mind, but very small to the eyes
she manages for the interest of her curious fans.
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