The Savior
Shrieking Beelzebub
Teeth clenched cheeks
Eyes spitting fireballs
Words cutting red ribbons
They say her heart is pure gold
Tearing yours stomping heartily
She expects you to relish dished
With a smile and diaphragm dip
Soul writhing, wringing neck
Dreamily pounding pudgy face
You dip, plaster smiles, pretend
Stunned into budging grudgingly
Perfidious destiny’s sorry impasse
Mouse entrapped with only her out
Drinking bile and chewing expletives
You hock pride for regroup to rise again
Biddy Dickensian Martinet
Treating like marionette
Holier than thou, out of hand
Unseen forces lead to her hand!
picture from internet
Originally Published: June 10, 2010
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