Holiday Queen
(By Walter Beck)
A skank that sparkled
Like the stars of nightmares.
I had seen her kind before;
Legs that could spread
Across an entire frat party,
A plastic sheen
That gleamed like cheap Ziplocs.
She was another body on the couch
With a glazed, bored look in her eyes.
My only question was,
“Does my cousin read Bible verses
While he fucks your brains out?”
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