Bloggin' With Bitchass

Here's a little poem I just wrote for the contest at Midnight Madness next week.


Playtime... But for Who?

How did this happen?
I can't really say.
A message from Princess,
"Come over and play!"

Now I'm in trouble,
Not a thing can I do.
Strapped into this chair,
By Ms. You Know Who!

I saw in the mirror
She so thoughtfully left,
what She and Her friends did,
and I sucked in my breath.

My hair has been blonded,
done up in a perm,
I reach up to touch it,
but hands are held firm.

I look at my hands,
Red nails I can see.
Three inches long,
and stuck tightly on me.

Lots of new earrings,
must be ten in each ear,
a ring through my nose,
and much more I fear.

Makeup is bold,
and was put on so thick,
I can't even see me,
"Who is this chick?"

Long lashes and lipstick,
when They were through,
Lips plumped to bursting,
What the hell did They do?

Stuck in this mini,
that goes up to there,
and locked ballet boots,
that I'm forced to wear.

Voices are coming,
It's Grace and Her friends.
What's next I wonder,
and where will it end?


little bitchass