All Fur Coat and No Brain
She who thinks she is better than me
All Fur Coat and No Brain
She struts in her fur, so fine and grand,
A master of illusions, ruling the land.
Her pearls clink softly, a hollow refrain,
For she’s all fur coat and no brain.
Words drip like honey, yet lack a sting,
Empty promises wrapped in a golden ring.
She glides through life on a surface plain,
All fur coat and no brain.
Her laughter rings, but it carries no weight,
A melody played by the hands of fate.
Beneath the glamour, the truth is plain—
She’s all fur coat and no brain.
But pity, don’t scorn, for she wears her guise,
A mask for a world that demands the lies.
Beneath the silk, beneath the façade vain,
Lies a soul, perhaps lost, bearing her pain.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Good work in describing some trophy wives in a way. Have to act out of it and not able to speak their true selves.
beautiful
We used to say a different ending to the title bit rude though