Very dark are her piercing eyes; deep and distant; No pupils to be seen.
Very dark is her fierce heart; cheap and persistent; No scruples, to be mean.
Very dark is her thick skin; sheep of blackness; No pain pills for the queen.
Very dark is her empty shell; creepy, soulless. No God! ‘Chills’ of bile green.
‘Demon-seed’ born of anger and hatred prior to her birth.
Her mother kicking a husband — alcoholic, smoking worth;
Stubborn as pencil stick to the dismay of ‘Grandpaw’ and kin.
‘Who’s on top now?’ Do you know I will always win?
The loser is all alone, miserable to the end.
Not willing to understand, but bitterness defend.
Not able to spare the feelings of her best friend;
No love or compassion, a lifestyle of plastic, pretend.
The dung pile of debt; her tongue, vile of threat.
The handler and her pet; unforgiving, can’t forget;
Unwilling to reconcile, her step-mom regret;
Taking no sides, but her own ethical upset.
You are supposed to sit with my mother.
You hurt my mother’s feelings.
Now, we are offended.Don’t interfere with my father and me.
Don’t interfere with your mother and me.
Now, you are sounding like your mother!You are ganging up on me!
Go talk to my mother!
Now, I’m arrogant.
Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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