As I have been reading a few poems recently...here's a poem I wrote myself a while ago:
Real American Beauty
Beauty in the eye beholds her in a trap
She’s blinking, he sleeps curled up in her lap
The frame cannot take it all in one shot
Move out further to capture the whole lot
A real woman sits soft and curvaceous
A king size bed is no longer that spacious
He takes hold of a cloth and stretches to wipe
His beloved female, elephant type
She feeds on the words she wants to hear
To comfort her past adolescent fears
All grown up now and she’s got it all
A home, a husband, their trips to the mall
Growing a woman he’s got in his head
She’s happy to be just pampered and fed
And if the camera does not look in her eyes
See the porn queen for the Internet spies
