The Beast within The Beauty

The story you once knew

is now a story brand new.

Once she was an inspiring wonder to behold

and now has yet another story to be told.

When Beauty holds the power

Oh how she will sour.

If only she could see past the tip of her nose

would she understand the needs of those

Those who bend to her every whim 

Those who try to look as slim

Those who grovel at her feet

Those who don't look as neat.

Rubbing people the wrong way is not always in her favor

For it just takes one who doesn't want to save her.

Save her from the downward spiral she is on

Save her from the nothing she has become

Save her from the tyrant that has taken over

Her fate now rests on that of a clover

Why a clover you ask?

It is just her luck that she crossed the wrong person 

For her time has run out and life is uncertain.

Her business is failing because of her uncharitable heart

Her customers are leaving, life is falling apart.

If the investor had not withdrawn his funds

She would not have realized the things she has done.

If she can release the pride taking her under

And see people as more than a mere number

The beast inside will crumble and die

Making her life as easy as pi

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