On Being A Lady
Tall, slim - my, how
promising.
Blue
(blooded), beautifully
bound.
Ah! And thin pages lined with
gold.
They read:
As A Lady Would Say,
How To Raise A Lady,
A Lady Entertains -
STOP.
"You Only Write Once,"
said nobody ever to these
authors
regrettably.
Perhaps a simple
#YOWO would've deterred these
authors
from lecturing
me
On Being A Lady,
and tried something
a bit more
meaningful.
Because the only
Lady
this lady would ever want
to be is
Gaga
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