I grew up on
fairy tales;
Read them
over and over.
Came to
believe them.
They lie.
Take Beauty
and the Beast.
I’ve known
some beasts, kissed some,
None of them
ever turned Prince.
Once a
beast, always a beast, I say.
Kissed a few
frogs too. Same story.
A frog is a
frog is a frog. However,
If you find
a talking frog, keep him.
Conversation
is more valuable
Than manly
feats of derring do.
Cinderella,
too technical, cast of hundreds,
Mice and
pumpkins and all.
Rapunzel,
yes, a man will use a woman
To climb to
the top if she is the way up.
Snow White,
slavey to seven little me.
Sleeping
Beauty, another dreamer
Rescued by a
kiss. One hundred years
Of morning
breath? Ewww.
Do you
really believe that a Prince
Would hack
through briars and brambles
For a little
nookey? Not when Cinderella’s
Evil
step-sisters stand on the corner
Giving it
out for free.
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