Oh lady of woe have you no shame?
Heartless deviant of mime
Sour spewer of innuendo…
Voracious doom caster of time;
Oh lady of woes – still living in yesterdays error’s
Weaving your tarnished visuals of questionable crime
You the mass alienator of the good souled
You – the muse of obtuse rhyme…;
Your day is, indeed, coming my lady
A promise we’ve kept and ’tis due…
For your intimidtion of God’s forgiven
A Karmic gift has been chosen especially for you!
By, Theodora Onken
April 6,2014
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