Lazaretto - Death of a Beauty Queen

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Her beauty is so obvious , intentional,
and plain for all to see. Yet she hides
in plain daylight, scared of who she
ought to be. She applies a pound of
make-up, to mask herself throughout
the day. A caricature of beauty, an
actress in a play.

She has memorized her lines, and can
recite them on command. There are
no converations for which she
hasn’t prepared. A social butterfly
who flits and flutters about. And the
boys are into her, and with the girls
she has much clout. A true beauty
queen, her vanity screams for attention,
for she is the golden haired girl,
who is present in your dreams.

And though she conceals her face well,
from a compact filled with blush. She
leaves her body wide open, for any and
all to lust. For she’s into the boys a bit
too much, and they are in her. Every
Tom, Dick, and Hairy, who eventually
become a blur.

To her face they call her the Queen, but
behind her back she’s “The whore.” And
her attire has left little to the imagination,
she is exposed, but cherishes the attention.

But all of her suitors care nothing for her,
ravenous predators, in search of an easy
screw. But it’s a hard knocked life, though
she’s tried to fight for what is right. And
yet, its so much easier to garner affection,
when it involves only 1 night.

But little did she know that the so called;
“affection,” was merely a breeding ground
for infection. Her body and soul are sick,
dying, and in need of mending. The beauty
Queen is ailing in a hospital bed, but it goes
unmentioned. There is no one to take care
of her, in order to nurse her back to health.
And all of the; “meaningful,” relationship’s
she’s formed have forsaken her to hell.
And what is that smell? It is the tragic
transformation of the beauty queen
becoming a corpse, through the
repugnance of her S.T.D. remorse.

And if she does not change her ways, it
will be time to call for a hearse. And its
not to late for her to place the ignition
in reverse. There is redemption from
the curse which she lives everyday.
And a much better way. To be loosed
from oppressive and slavish shackles,
and the inhibition of chains. But she
continually fails to understand her
dismal disposition, while growing
ever uglier from the assaults of
derision, and the pressure sores
caused by her lofty social position.

The death of a beauty Queen is the film
which we are viewing, portrayed on
the silver screen of life. And I have this
sinking, foreboding feeling, at the
approaching of the next scene.
She is definitely going down, look out
behind that corner! For there is a killer
hiding there,and in her naivete, does
not see the impending murder.

And the stalker pulls upon her strings,
like that of a marionette puppet. And
there is only so much tension that
can be applied, before the strings
snap from the strain, and the puppet
falls to its demise.
This is the tale of the dilemma, in which
our Queen finds herself. Subservient to
the peer pressure to which she’s devoted.

Fast forward to her not so distant future,
and the critics are calling it a tough break.
For let’s examine all the damage which is
left from her remains. But not just our
single actress, for there are many more
just like her, who all meet an untimely
death, unless they choose another path.

One chooses to puke her meals in the
toilet, in order to maintain her comely
size. While deep inside her heart of
hearts she tries to numb the strife.

Another girl chooses to cut her arms
above the elbow, so no one can see
it. Except her closest friends of
course, so she can garner more
attention.

And yet another, whom they call; “The
fairest of them all,” has made a rash
decision, to meet her; “Curtain
call.” The pressures are too heavy, and
the expectations, too heady. And her
heart has been hemorrhaging too
steadily.

And so the only control she feels, will
transpire with a bottle of pills. No
frills, and no bloody messes. Still
hoping to maintain her beauty, once
rigor mortis has set in. Perhaps she
will still be screw able.

These are the stories of the; “Godess,”
like princesses of the world which
our society creates. Perfectly plastic
on the outside. But upon
introspection; broken, and jaded.

And they will fade into forgotten
tragic stories. But in the meantime,
we will hold them up as our idols,
women striving to become them.
A carefully crafted orchestration,
of Hollywood schisms.
For vanity has been placed on the highest
of pedestals. So come with me to the
masquerade, and witness the massacre of
innocence on display.

Another girl too young finds her place,
center stage in a beauty pageant, with
a numbed up smiling face. And they
thrust her into the arena to be put on
display, and call it; “eloquent,” only to
be sold at auction to the highest bidder,
and completely unaware of the coming
slaughter.

All the while the God’s of the marketplace
have nothing more to say than; “May the
odds be ever in your favor.” But most girls
never gain; “Queen” status, or make it into
the arena. They simply become a friendly
fire casualty of this war upon beauty.
Which is cleverly disguised in the shadows,
by esoteric media pundits.

But now is the time, for your feminine beauty
to shine , regardless of race, creed, color, or
time. Whether you are a size 18 or a size 2,
there is a depth of enchanting loveliness that
belongs uniquely to you. And the world longs
and needs to see your authenticity.

So, disband your social status, and leave it
indisposed by the substance of your glory.
Let not even one of those enslaving
parameters define you. For you were
created to be stunning, and there is no
exception. So allow this immaculate
conception to take place, between your
mind and the truth. The world desperately
needs to behold the real you.

So, would the real you please stand up?
Attired in exquisiteness, and clothed in
character. And then the world will see
genuine beauty. Perhaps for the first
time on a grander scale. Dignity for
woman kind, and honor to be hailed.
And on that splendid day, if you choose
to partake in the ceremonious display,
we will find our rightful place, in the
epoch of mankind’s reconciliation.

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