Her walk through closet gives us a glimpse of her true self

To her public Kim looks

and feels like she’s queen

her elegance matters

the mighty machine

that stokes up her fire

and creates such a heat

when she walks as she does

down a suburban street

some eyes adore her

her radiance shines

her movement is sexy

she has all the signs

of glamour about her

her riches are won

by the glimpse of her gowns

in the light of the sun

but look into her closet

hanging on her rails

lots of dead animals

thats when it pales

the soul to suggest

that this siren could be

less than we thought

more a travesty

she shows off her wealth

skins everywhere

fashioned by gremlins

who weave the despair

who drain out the blood

and replace it with lust

for the skin of another

which has to disgust

she sits there a gloating

whilst noting the sighs

some call her haggish

maybe the wise

don’t waste their breath on her

but safe to say

she clearly has lost it

for others to pay

such a high price

so she  hangs them  on her rails

the squeal of the victims

it never fails

to be heard by those knowing

their whereabout’s

she

sits all alone

showing a knee

but losing her soul

showing us she

is as heartless as ever

ever she could be