Enemy Mind

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The mirror is my enemy
That lurks and waits for me
To catch a glimpse,
Or perhaps a stare,
A startled wince,
A shrug then a glare.

My enemy's power
Has passed its hour,
It fades and wanes
And I no longer fear;
In fact, those panes
Have grown rather dear.

Sweet enemy mine
At last, I know I'll find,
The truth in thy glower,
And the answer that
I seek, tell me, Flower,
Does this dress make my butt look fat?

Comments

Revenge is sweet

Rhona McCloud's picture

Grandmother dear,
who has the last laugh now?
In your day smiles did never cross
these lightly turned up lips;
and now you're cursed to watch
me twerk your big fat arse

Rhona McCloud