Her vanity ran deep
the haughtiness of her approach
entertained some
while offending others
Her disdain for the less fortunate
she wore on her face
like the look one has
when they have tasted something sour
Parading about in the latest fashions
gossiping about those whose backs were turned
she delighted in the delusions
that she created in her mind
The only care she indulged in
was in her appearance
every hair in place
every wrinkle erased
She never did marry
no single man could measure up
men were interchangable
like her designer underwear
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