"Hurry up Gretel! You know we aren't supposed to be outside!"
muttered fearful Hansel;
alarmed by his sister's sudden recklessness.
Realizing that all his previous warnings were too sloppy
in front of the evident danger that lied ahead,
he once again exclaimed; this time with painful tears in his eyes,
"I'm telling you, this won't end good sissy.. She'll eat us alive..!"
Oblivious to the obvious crisis,
callously jumping off the water-side pebbles,
Gretel playfully giggled and said,
"Not this time Hans.. I'm sure, I've locked the oven lid tightly!
The witch is gonna burn!"
"One ticket please" muttered Betty nervously,
pointing out at the train schedule with her trembling little fingers;
her voice as precarious as her irresolute future,
her "despicable-ugly" face hidden behind a frail veil.
"You goin' to Uglyville, eh?" mocked the indifferent conductor;
seemingly cognizant of the new legislation passed by the King
about all the unwanted-redundant "Ugly Dolls" of the town.
Betty nodded a desperate yes,
as she grasped the "one-way ticket" to her deliverance;
a ticket to a hopeful place
where weirdness is celebrated,
strangeness is special and
beauty is embraced as more than what meets the eye!
Looking at the vast horizon and serene surroundings
from the deck of her shambled RV,
Rose reminisces of the day that she'd abandoned
her million-dollar "Beverly Hills" mansion forever.
An heiress to the ritziest diamond empire in the US,
once affluent and a consistent Page 3 denizen,
she'd thankfully realized on time,
that the "luxuries" and the "rich-people-controversies"
would take her back to the horrors of drug-addiction, DUIs
and a "spoilt" life that she wasn't proud of.
Joyously swaying her prego-tummy,
to the beats of "The Happiest Girl In The Whole USA"
by Donna Fargo playing in the background,
she proudly smiles and whispers,
"This is what a Mother does!"
Forsaken, disowned and dejected, with not one person by his side,
Sam lived a life that no wise man would want.
His only companion - the miserable, disgraceful memories to haunt.
Every night he would curse himself
for his dishonorable deeds of the past, realizing that
all his life he's been nothing more than a hateful cheat,
a scandalous swindler, an outcast.
"You reap what you sow" is a phrase he now often recalls.
Yes, it's a proven fact - every fallacious man befalls!
