The Garbage Queen
The Garbage Queen hops on horrible heaps of hollow herbs.
Hoping those that pass her by can not see her stench drenched fur.
However those that know their nose can easily infer,
The source of such a lousy odor could only come from her.
She stamps and stomps, shouts out to all that she is not to blame.
Tis life’s cruel stubborn stride that sets her spit-shined shit aflame.
Basking in the acrid smell of such a lie as this, her fame,
Spreads as wide and looms as large as her mind is deranged.
Floating down on brown clouds from such a throne; thrown from it more like.
Spinning stunned, she smacks her back upon a pile of pikes.
The ooze filled skin sinks, past her shins - gross! What a sight!
You might have thought her dead at last but no, she lives; What a fright!
Sad Pathetic gurgles glug up from her grayed out gums to gasp,
‘Save me from this rottenness!’ but if you tried to help alas,
You’d find her sinew sewn; interwoven waste and crusted rash.
No matter how hard she strives to lift herself above the grasp
Of this domain, The Garbage Queen knows that her home is in the trash.
Hoping those that pass her by can not see her stench drenched fur.
However those that know their nose can easily infer,
The source of such a lousy odor could only come from her.
She stamps and stomps, shouts out to all that she is not to blame.
Tis life’s cruel stubborn stride that sets her spit-shined shit aflame.
Basking in the acrid smell of such a lie as this, her fame,
Spreads as wide and looms as large as her mind is deranged.
Floating down on brown clouds from such a throne; thrown from it more like.
Spinning stunned, she smacks her back upon a pile of pikes.
The ooze filled skin sinks, past her shins - gross! What a sight!
You might have thought her dead at last but no, she lives; What a fright!
Sad Pathetic gurgles glug up from her grayed out gums to gasp,
‘Save me from this rottenness!’ but if you tried to help alas,
You’d find her sinew sewn; interwoven waste and crusted rash.
No matter how hard she strives to lift herself above the grasp
Of this domain, The Garbage Queen knows that her home is in the trash.
Biography
I am a transfer student (Junior year) and this is my first semester at SSU. I grew up browsing my father's bookcase of old Science Fiction novels.
I am a transfer student (Junior year) and this is my first semester at SSU. I grew up browsing my father's bookcase of old Science Fiction novels.