Myrtle, Queen of the Ash Heaps (Poem)

Miss joke, thinking she's The Joker,

chaos contrived, quip tired.

Bitch, this table's mine.

You thought you were West Egg,

but this is my show.

I laid the Royal Flush

while you just powdered your nose.

Feening for that shit you suck

Gotta scratch that itch.

Just a blow bitch,

snow bitch,

yayo like a litter box, bitch.

Welcome to your life!

Like the model?

You chose.

It was a straight fucking line,

but you never tucked that shit.

You just snorted that shit.

You never cleaned up that shit,

so now you live in that shit.

Pig.

Wrong crew, wrong party, wrong turn.

A redhead, a car, the smell of perfume,

cheap,

beep, beep, ash heap,

mark the spot, cause they bury your trash deep.

Seriously, someone love this snitch bitch,

smug bitch,

thinks she's a tiny dancer,

but it's OnlyFans, bitch.

Dolly broken, no glue,

just a cryin, ass bitch.

Expiration came and went,

just a garbage ass bitch.

Little sad ass bitch,

fucking lost ass bitch,

all the boys have a lil taste,

n say

nope, trope, nasty, lyin ass bitch.

Cause that pussy been rottin

like a back alley stray.

Since Lana been playin those "Video Games."

No shade, del Ray.

Man, I wish I could have seen your face

when I left you with that burnt out taste

on your tongue,

stung, bitch, the race is run,

clown ass bitch--

painted up, red nose,

just the queen of low finding lower lows.

Leave the real for the realer, bitch,

spewing secondhand verses, while paint dries on your pig pen kitsch.

Little discount Anais, gesso filler, on a sad little mission,

looking for her derivative, unoriginal, Henry Miller.

Just swallow all your cryin ass shit.

Nobody has anymore time for your victimhood bit.

We've all seen you with the gun, bitch,

trying to put it in another cunt's hand.

Just another little groupie, wantin to be wifey, playin games with the band.

You think it won't be the same,

such a shame.

Is that why you came?

Didn't mother ever tell you

the green light always wanes,

and Mr. Fitzgerald likes to dance

on party girl graves.

Skip the quip, you're all out of game saves,

bitch.

bvk, 2018.