Something about her feels imposed,
Her hands are cold.
She’s a pyramid scheme,
Lined in fake silver and gold.
She’s a lying queen,
Her humanity decomposed.
There’s no honor in her spleen,
Her gates to truth are always closed.
© Delia Ross. 2020
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She’s a pyramid scheme. That’s an inspired way of describing someone deceitful. Bloody brilliant!
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Hi, thank you so much!! 😍
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