You want me to sympathize,
betrayal blatant in your eyes,
I can see through your disguise,
treachery is no surprise.
All you do is criticize,
expect me to apologize,
I'm sick of living with your lies,
you, who cannot compromise.
The way you look may mesmerize,
some may even idolize,
a master, when you improvise,
one more soul you'll victimize.
Your followers lobotomized,
helpless and disorganized,
your answer is to sexualize,
the Queen Bee in her bogus hive.
©Danielle White
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