Dear,
I’m so refined
You cannot find
A girl of the kind.
Clear?
Run-of-the-mill,
I’m dressed to kill
Against your will…
See, your limited brain
Appears so plain,
That you lose the game!
You deserve to be dropped
If you think that pop
Is what I hope
To be…
Dear,
I see you don’t
Accept
That I’m beyond
The crowd…
You’re laughing so loud,
You wait for applause
Of course…
Pop Refinement
© Copyright: Власта фон Миловец, 2009
Свидетельство о публикации №109121300247
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