I miss hanging out with the pretty people
The dull bulbs under shocking light
Each one you can stare at forget
to never go blind
While you may go deaf any second
The screams of fans will force you on your knees
Down to where you should be
Unearthed and under earth
among rats and vermin
crawling on bellies
worshipping your queen
scratching your own dignity
ruining your body, your beauty
to sit bent and broke under the heel
The precious feet you begged to kiss

When you’re among the pretty people


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