You’d think she’s the queen
By the way all the guys are prostrated
Yet all she does is flagellate and demean
Lofty in her manner of approach
She thinks herself dainty
With someone that vain, there’s much to reproach
The girls, once seeing on a good man become foisted
Broken down into obsequiousness
In their compliments, demeanor, and praise, they become closefisted
They deign talk to this girl, this false lioness
And so, now without servants
She ceases to be a queen.
(Serves that bitch right for being mean.)
© Luis Valencia
…that is how that works right?