Every fairytale starts with once upon a time,
But this princess tale starts with once upon a man.
It’s not one of those poetic lies told to gain sympathy,
It’s simply the truth, the untold story of Beauty.
As he lies there 6ft under
He asks me is it to late to say sorry
for always being horny?
They say beauty is fleeting
But this beauty was sleeping
until I felt his hand on me creeping.
They say a dead man feels no pain,
Shall I join you in the grave then?
Is that what it will take?
I told myself, Beauty sleep, you’ll be safe in your dreams,
But Beauty awoke and she choked on her screams.
I can’t forget how he grabbed some lotion
Like it was a kind of magic potion.
It didn’t make the entry easier,
It just made the ordeal just that much sleazier.
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