FAULTY GAVEL

Convinced she sees what the mirror sees-
Nodding approval at the shell of biological trickery-
Love is an orgasm or multiple-
She thinks both eyes for one-
And a heart broken for good measure-
Moving passed ones of
"lesser design"
Repugnant is her self proclaimed flawless beauty-
Here and now is her empire-
Though she's a Barbie doll
In a box
In the attic-
Extending her energy of judgment-
Energy black-
Time to loosen the head of her gavel-
Sit back  
And watch...
The next time she tries to smash it,arrogantly upon the table.
The head will fly off-
Striking and opening her skull-

We shall all gather around her to watch the filthy,ugly,infested mess that she is...

Spill onto the ground-