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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