The Mistress of the Flies and Nature's Other Rejects
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 13 years.
Found a chink in Sir Lancelot's armor
Turned out chivalry died a rapid death today
Lost the battle in a merciless killing inside the Astrodome
Courtesy of Mad Max and his merry gang of psychotics
Torn to shreds for a few solitary pieces of metal and steel
Assembly line cannot replicate a forgotten persona
Now, everyone looked like J Crew catalogue model
Punk Rockers and Goths need not apply
Don't fit the mold of R.E.M.'s "Shiny Happy People"
Plastered on smiles and fake sentimentality
Only Hallmark and Lifetime can top that
One prospect unable to hold under such intense scrutiny
Suffocated under toxically bright fluorescent bulbs
And false hugs with an extra kiss of gratitude
Felt the pressure of 1,000 pairs of eyes
Focused on your every single move
Legs and arms folded after latest round of social poker
Logic and reason trapped in God's cynical Cuinsinart
As he mixed his latest cruel concoction
Unfortunately, the results don't bode well
For the latest fly on life's windshield
Eager to get scraped off like every other bug
Put through the rigors of the wipers
Going back and forth destroying everything in their path
Ready to fly away for parts unknown
Where no battles need to be waged
Just simply trying to get through the day in one piece
A smile would be simply icing on the chocolate cake.