Tara Conner-Miss Con Artist U.S.A. Poem by Ramona Thompson

So blond, pretty and perfect
With the help of the older, richer man who would be her
lover
Pulling the wool over all of America's eyes
Crying those crocodile tears
Pouting with those ruby red lips
Has 'em all eating right out of her hand
Ready, willing and able
To believe every single lie
That falls from the lush womanly mouth of.....
Tara Conner-Miss Con Artist U.S.A.


Laughing
Smiling as she goes along
Secretly drinking and pill popping
Partying till the late morning hours of the early dawn
Just another Paris Hilton in the making
So very undeserving of wearing that crown
This stupid, silly little girl pretending to be a woman
When all she really has been is this...
A drunken coward hiding behind a rich man's power


Who does she really think that she's foolin' anyway?
Passing herself off as a role model for girls and women
everywhere
I tell you this and I tell you it now
Swearing to the good lord above
If my little girl ever grows up to be anything like her...
Then I'll be left with no choice but to disown her
See her on the streets and walk on by
Pretending that I never knew her at all if she becomes
another
Tara Conner, Miss Con U.S.A.


Sad but true
Cross her and in less then an instant she will turn on you
Trapped
An addict forever more
Never to escape the influence of her most deadly new
friends
Drugs and alcohol
All that she will ever want or need is these
Cruel, heartless beasts
Dragging her down deep into a pit of the most utter
darknest despair
I tell you now and I tell you true about this non lady


She's no beauty queen hero of mine
This woman they all secertly call.....


Tara Conner, Miss Con Artist U.S.A.


2007 Ramona Thompson