Pretty Greedy Poem by Mary Champion

Most of us will know one,
maybe we are half of one.
You know the set up -
two girl-friends -
one pretty and one plain -
one shining bright
and one in the shadows.
One has every man hanging on every word.
One rarely gets a hearing.
There is one such duo I encountered of late.

The plain one had made a conquest,
she had found a soulmate.
For all the obstacles in their way,
they were finding time for each other,
lighting a flame of joy in each of their hearts.
This seemed to trouble the pretty one -
usurped from her position of entitlement -
her pampered privileged platform.
She had to prove her superiority,
flirting with the plain one's paramour,
in whom she had no interest,
just because she always had to win,
just because admiration was her due,
her birthright.
After all- she is the pretty one -
the dazzling light that casts her ‘friend' into the shadows.