Sunday, January 16, 2011

Trophy Wife

she’s a trophy wife and that is all 
waiting for her beckoned call
a dead fish hanging on the wall 
a statue with a bowling ball

paraded around just for her look 
like a fancy cover for an empty book 
a side of beef hanging from a hook 
a polished stone you can’t overlook 

doesn’t have a point of view 
just says the words he tells her to 
won’t bring up things that are taboo 
keep smiling is all she has to do

living in a gilded cage 
until her face begins to age
thinking that she’s got it made 
until her beauty starts to fade 

with all the jewelry and the clothes 
the perfect smile so no one knows 
the empty feeling in her life 
of being someone’s trophy wife 

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