Dead Beauty

Showing off, snobbishly presenting your superiority
Superiority? Poor [bad word]  Asked from whom?
As if your mediocre beauty would give you more
Than fragments of fame in your tiny hometown circles.
Your pride, for barely stand out in school photo
And (maybe) having couple more horny boys
Surrounding you and begging for moment
Of your attention. And being disturbed
By your snobbish [bad word] attitude.
Too full of yourself to notice those,
Just willing to give your [bad word] to
More exotic males, who would be too
Dumb to know of anything better.

You didn’t see it coming, did you?
Caught in the dark street and beaten up
Your desperate cry for him, [bad word] 
That’s the only thing I wanted to hear
You attention would have never been worth of effort.
Your life was never worth of my interest.

Your importance is: to be squeezed
Dead, between his hands.
Your fragility, your corpse in the gutter
Your smile on the photos,
Removed from schoolbooks, into daily newspaper.

Breath the mud, [bad word] 
Breath the mud!
When he was standing on back of your head,
Would you feel your tender body giving up?
Giving up!
Giving up of glorious life you had in plans.
Giving up humiliating others with your snobbish importance.

Your beauty will be abuse on every newspaper
In the nation, selling evidence of
Human monstrosities, selling your pretty baby face.
Always the one same decent shot,
The one that makes people to spend few
Coins for getting sad news or
Inspiration for getting erection.
Others like you survived to live their
Lives, but not you!
You achieved nationwide popularity too late.
Too late to enjoy it yourself.
Dead beauty.