She sits firm on her throne,
With a crown on her head.
A skin precious than stone,
But inside, she's long dead.
A throne plated with spikes,
Lost life earning 'insta' likes,
Blurred nipples on her chest,
Posts nude to please the rest.
In her birthday suit, dressed,
Trying to look her very best.
She forgets, the west's a pest,
Life, and people are messed,
Living, is a bloody hard test,
Spoiling the eggs in her nest,
Queen World? Be my guest!
"Queen World"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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