Little Miss Vlad the Retailer,
Rejected by the fool of fools
Who dated Belle the Impaler?
I suppose over time, a poet learns
This passing disregard for design,
Mental ointment for psychic burns.
Sometimes, the cover hides the words
From those who might check you out,
Or the circling carrion-birds.
I've never seen you, only spotted.
It's not a real rejection if
I just don't know enough to be
besotted.
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