The Reality in Fairy Tales
A prince you say
will sweep me off my feet
but only one day
will I find that out to be a lie.
A prince more like a frog
with shallow like words
that roll off his sly tongue.
For I am no princess
a heel more like a sneaker,
and a dress for me is
more like ripped denim and a white t-shirt I see.
My prince will be a man with no title
as I will have none either.
And he will not slay a dragon,
but he will save me from never-ending debt.
And now you see there is no fairy tale
honey you're living in the real world.
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