Disney Princess

I've been defeated, Carla. Love can't reach
Fruition when one lover's two dimensional.
I see you on the TV screen, and want you
Desperately. How I shudder as I watch you
Dance. You're twenty-two. I'm sixty-seven,
Dying surely, even as my DNA issues demands.
It says, “You have to lay with her.” Fat chance.
You, in your show-biz make-up, wouldn't have
Much use for someone raw and wrinkled,
Not a guy whose Bentley takes him
To the parties you seek out to snag
Another chance to bank another million.
If I found you in the flesh, I fear your
Push-up bra, your ugly mercenary view
Of life, would leave me so depressed
That I'd defy my DNA, and make no
Effort to put you beneath me. I would
Run away. You're at your best in two
Dimensions. That's how you should
Stay.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-18 at 01:48

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