By Ilyan Kei Lavanway, Moroni Channel
United States of America
​A poem about a worn out old shoe that fit a girl who was far more a Cruella than a Cinderella: Once upon a time, there was a girl who got her dream job and made good money.
On the telephone and online chat, she had mastered the illusion of seeming sweet as honey and cute as a bunny. Face to face, she was a horrid, spiteful, waffling brat. The hand of providence had smiled upon her. She had become well to do and affluent. Yet she wallowed in the poverty of endless discontent. She prided herself on being candid and forthright, but when she opened her mouth, all that shot out were prickly remarks pointing out perceived flaws and faults of everyone in sight. Her narcissistic traits only worsened as time marched away and life’s youthful day waned. She looked down with disdain on the simple and the plain. A walking paradox was she, a bratty little girl and a bitter old hag, simultaneously. The end.
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