Teen Idol
No mere pea in any pod,
nothing about her crass or odd,
all things about her svelte and mod,
designer clothes, designer bod,
her face a mask, her spine a rod––
Gucci-clad, Manolo shod.
Fortune gave an early nod
to one the whole world came to laud.
Yet as we throw the final clod,
how sad this beauty blessed by God,
choosing to end the whole charade,
now lies beneath the welcoming sod.
Her famous smile––a mere facade.
The prompt word today was “facade.” (jdb photo)
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
did not see that coming. Very Nice.
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Really liked this, very clever
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beautiful……
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You can’t always tell by looking. The photo is perfect for Facade.
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Thanks, Mary. It was hard to find a photo as I didn’t want to depict any identifiable person. Then when this detail popped up in my photo library, it seemed to do.
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Don’t you love it when that happens?
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I LIKE the poetry, but it’s a sad story.
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Yes. Thankfully fiction, but I fear true at times.
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