Pimping

all the fame

your twenty-minute spot light

shined down the approval

of fat old once were

football stars and prom queens



on thrones, judging your youth

reliving through you

I could have, might have

wish to hell I would have

known more about life

when I was young



envy green color lit

falsification of humanity

there is none, really

beyond pretense of acceptance

when self loathing prevents it



and you, this princess

in the fifty-four convertible

Chevy

driving down the one strip town

with a Vaseline smile

and token parade wave



for a snapshot in the local press

and a 29 cent ribbon

gold lettered and rhinestone tiara

and the twenty minute hurrah

you sold out for