Queen Of The Universe Poem by Dante Rose

With flashes of fizzing poison, filling up your cheeks
And distant memories of men that you’ve ignored for weeks
With the buzzards circling, sharpening their beaks
You’re still the world’s biggest victim

With the nine different planets revolving ‘round your head
You’re the queen of the universe, the giver of bread
But you’re still after a different, better one instead
That your daddy says he’s gonna buy you

Yes because it’s you, wearing your small leather skirt
Stained with spirits that you trampled in the dirt
You spit in the faces of the people you’ve hurt
When babe, you don’t even have to

Now you and me have our own history, but it’s clear to see, you’re too good for me
I would just have pulled you back, taken your slack, halted the attack
By you on the whole of civilisation
Men will always fall for your charm, you’ll spin them a yarn, do them no harm
You’ll coast through life on make-up and hair, pretending all’s fair, without a care
You’ll never see the grief that you’re reaping

Untamed, your stinging tongue is beyond all command
Like magic, your father’s money appears in your hand
Your like a groupie from a rock ‘n’ roll band
But you’re their manager and owner as well

You’re a master of deception a merchant of lies
With venom in your heart and fire in your eyes
You see the great and good and yet you still criticise
Doling out fake compliments to losers

Yes because it’s you, wearing your small leather skirt
Stained with spirits that you trampled in the dirt
You spit in the faces of the people you’ve hurt
When babe, you don’t even have to

But now you’ve moved on to another innocent, you’ve seen what he’s spent, and how
he’s such a gent
You made sure you brought him right down to size, in a web of your lies, surrounded by flies
Who all have malpracticed faces.
You’ve left many with a taste, and exit with haste; you lay it all to waste
You never stop smiling though your smile is mask, and then when we ask, you have completed your task
Your game is won, and the next fool beckons

Yes your friends say “fabulous” and “stunning” and pout
If only they knew what you’re really all about
Your act would be up; your only option is out
But don’t fret, you are perfect for politics

You led me through the fiery furnace, burning like a tree
And as ever what you have touched all ends in misery
But you say you’re still my friend and you want to let it be
But kindness coming from you is just a paradox

Yes because it’s you, wearing your small leather skirt
Stained with spirits that you trampled in the dirt
You spit in the faces of the people you’ve hurt
When babe, you don’t even have to