Miss Vanity Poem by Paula Glynn

Forget your innuendos
You're so vain
Carly Simon wasn't wrong
Your vanity is a basic fact
That will break your own heart

You pretend your confidence
You magically hide your insecurities
Your fears and your stupidity
But your appearance is perfect
Like the cover of a fashion magazine

Your foundation is flawless
Your hair expertly coloured and styled
Your whole look perfect
And pleasing to the eye
But it is all a devastating lie

Your soul is toxic
Your heart empty and cold
With every nasty tale told
You fake niceness
But you insist you are actually nice

You act like some kind of superstar
You spread vicious lies
Thinking you've won
That you shot the rabbit:
Shot that hitman's gun

You are full of soul destroying hate
With love you will never relate
Your soul dark and black
All those angry knives
Piercing your ugly back

You tell your innuendos
You tell tall tales
Your lack of love
Making you fail
Nastiness how you bond

But you haven't won
I will fight you to the end
I will banish your demon soul
To the gruesome hell
Where the devil does his job well.