The Futility of Vanity
She
Pompous
Egotist
Delusionist
Dyed hair groovy red
Nails done midnight black
Shoes, bought from the best stores
Her fat Pug's clothes ,flashy as she
Her spotless home, stands closed, clean, friendless
On the cold morgue slab she now sleeps, endless
July 23, 2019
7am PST
Etheree 10 lines only.
Syllable count must match lines.
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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