'A freshman generation of degenerate beauty queens, and you know something? They were the only friends I ever had'- This is what makes us girls, Lana Del Rey
Degenerate Beauty Queens
We all sit beside one another, our red lips pursed shut,
Wicked mean gleam in our eyes as we smile and strut,
Be dumb, be pretty- insecure and cruel is the code,
Short skirts in winter, curled hair in the rain is our ode.
Shopping trip, we're all dolled up like silver screen starlets,
Fifties style sweet, then we'll forget they think that we're harlots,
Have pageant winning waists, but it's not enough for us,
Ugh, we were once forty two small, we all moan and fuss.
Be a rose with thorns if you can't be a rose without them,
It's better than being just another weed we condemn,
So lie still in an empty bed when he goes to see her,
We'll help you smash her reputation later- stand straighter.
We all stand next to each other, in height order of course,
Remind ourselves not to light one- our voices are too hoarse,
Pouted lips with our boys hanging off our skeleton frames,
Keep up or get left behind; just play along with our games.
Hello everyone! I know, for those of you who even bother remembering my account, I haven't been on in a while, but here I am. Alive, thankfully; so there's that for a miracle. But anyway, expect (hopefully!) more from me in the near future. But what I wanted to say is that this poem is inspired by the amazing Lana Del Rey and that the whole vibe of Cabin Ten, to me, is summed up by this particular song. Have a wonderful rest of your day!
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