Cloak of Pretentiousness

I once knew a woman who loved to pretend
That she was better than those who thought her a friend.

She puts on her cloak from dawn till dusk
like an ear of corn in its silky husk.

I once loved her like one of my sisters
Now she is annoying like an open blister.

She’s alienated her family, neighbors and then
Wrote them all off with a wave of her hand.

I’ve tried to forget the feelings she imposed
When our friendship was so rudely foreclosed.

The End

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