She wore a lavender prom gown,
But they did not know her secret.
The feelings she must inhibit,
She tried her best not to frown.
She wanted to scream at the town,
When they bestowed on her the crown,
Couldn’t they see she was a slut,
Wearing a prom gown?
Shaking from her impending breakdown,
Sickened by undeserved renown,
Forced to stop being celibate,
Her boyfriend made her his harlot.
All she wanted now was to drown
Wearing a prom gown.
© 2017 by Benjamin Goodrich
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