Bulimic Slave to Queen Perfection

Princess of the foulest kind,
Never fairest in the land,
While on the throne of greatest majesty,
There sits Queen Perfection,

Bulimic Princess dressed in rags,
Smell of purge and bowels,
Queen Perfection wrapped in silk,
Smell of success and awe,

Unable to repress her appetite,
Princess distratced from her kingdom chores,
Creep round the empty kitchen quaters,
To find not a single morsel,

Slave to the Queen Perfection,
How she tortures her so,
Commandment number one,
Thou shalt not have nourishment,

Slouched at her majesty throne,
Eating her fingers and fighting an echo,
Queen does just sit silently composed,
No urge to binge and purge, just still,

Oh how the servant,
Wishes to surpass the master,
To overcome the desire that prevents,
Her ascention to Her Highness,

Bulimic servant, my bulimic princess,
Scrounge and feast on scraps,
While as like everyday she watches,
Queen Perfection in all her empty greatness.

*Not Finished*