Teen Queen

"Oh my God, his ass is hot!"
says the little blond robot
as she swings and flaunts her own
like some bitchy Beyonce clone

Giggling, she makes the bus,
stubs her toe, creates a fuss,
blows her current love a kiss
while tossing hair with teenage bliss

During class she gives a smile
to every boy she thinks worthwhile
texts her girlfriends, files her nails,
takes a pop quizz, which she fails

Back at home she hits her room,
lighting candles in the gloom
brings Neo up on her PC
and posts her mindless poetry

In the Chat Room she is queen
a veritable chat machine
grinning to herself in glee
while blogging incoherently

C.  Lon  R.  Bruso