She’s Wicked

…in so many ways

She lurks among the living

Searching for attention

Men are her prey

Women are her enemies

Ready to strike

At a moments notice

Diatribes are her calling

Triggered by the politics

Of the human condition

Feminism, Racism, she mocks with delight

Men bow down

To her glorious sight

She wavers not

Relentless she is

She has a cuckhold of a man

Yet she begs for his forgiveness

When the beatings leave

Her lover sore

In the land of leprechauns

She smiles sweetly

As he begs for more

The man from Collins

Seeks her heart

But alas, she has none

Poor, poor beauty

Lost forever more

The wicked one cries

In the bars and taverns

Every night…


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