Stacy.

Her long, blond platinum hair

Sways in the wind

That is only created for her.

Her hips- small in size of course

Dance side to side as if she knows

Victoria’s Secret.

But the most dangerous thing about her

Is her lips.

That pink plushed area of skin

Holds so much power.

Kissing every boy in the tristate area

And

Spilling gossip on every girl like it’s

Hot tea:

Fun to serve and

Delicious to sip

But in the end,

it burns them.

Stacy.

The girl you wanna be. But you can’t.

She’s the sun we puny planets revolve around.

She’s the lion us meak prey must obey.

She’s the poison we must inject ourselves with in order to survive.

Otherwise you’ll end up like

Dani.

She didn’t listen.

She didn’t obey.

And now she’s socially and emotionally ruined

Cast down to a meteorite that burned

In the sun’s hot rays.

Dani was a lesson.

A lesson for the rest of us

To listen.

And obey.

And play along to whatever game

she wants to play.

Cause she’s Stacy.

A poison so profound

Once infected, or rather, injected,

She controls you.

Like I said before,

We’re all just puny planets living in the

Universe

That our great Stacy

Created.