Queen vs maid
If you would be the queen of England,He'd recline on the bed of the queen of France.
If you would be the last-mentioned one,
He'd fantasize of your maid's breasts.
Would you have been a maid,
He'd crave for a female of a higher status.
Imagine you'd both have been orphans:
Sleeping together, needing each other –
Do you believe he would stay?
Learn to identify men's nature:
They don't want what's in their reach.
Everything within the palm of their hand seems boring.
It magically loses interest after it gives itself to him.
They are unlike beasts, they are weaker creatures.
Paradise or hell – doesn't matter to them.
A queen or a maid – no difference,
As long as it brings out their sexual craving.
He took me to the mountains
And made me sing a Christmas song;
Interrupted me in the middle, made me forget a word
And told me that it was enough.
Look now: am I not an entertainer?
If I would be the queen of England:
I would execute him,
If I would be the queen of France:
I would execute him.
But if is not now and now is bitter
And I am closed and I am lost...
Poetry by Francesca Georgia Luca
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Written on 2006-12-15 at 20:03
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