JEZEBITCH

You have it all: the wit, the beauty
And youthful charms galore.
You're blessed with many friends and would-be
Boyfriends queueing at your door.

You've always been Daddy's little princess
And Mummy's pride and joy.
Physical perfection you are, no less.
Unattainable fantasy of boy.

You were whisked off to Paris a month ago,
And last weekend to Rome.
On Valentine's Day you left in a limo
With your favourite lover, from home.

Neighbours lined the pavements in awe,
As if observing an 'A List' pair;
And as your chauffeur closed the door,
You coyly tossed your hair.

The life you lead is as close to ideal
As a life could possibly be.
So why are you so compelled to steal
Contentment from people like me?

We have no defence when you scathingly scorn
The way we look and dress.
According to you, grotesque we were born.
So you couldn't respect us less.

You mockingly joke with your many lovers
Of how no one could ever want me.
Then through shared wall, with my head under covers,
I endure screams of ecstasy.

And my vacuum cleaner is used as a weapon
Of confidence annihilation.
I'm referred to as 'Drudge' and 'Mrs. Mop' whereupon
Comes identity assassination.

Daddy pays others to clean your home,
Do washing, food shopping and cook;
Leaving you free to in luxury roam
And conquer or destroy with a look.

Perhaps when you're no longer eighteen
And time's dulled that dazzling face,
The boyfriends will finally see what you've been
And away from you they'll race.

For who'd want to stay with a spoilt little knocker
Who can't bear to let others shine?
I realise this will come as a shocker,
But they'll tire of that egotistic whine!