She looks at me
With spite in her eyes. The She-Devil.
She's prim and trim,
Straight-laced wine tasting like water.
Arrogance, a fiery engine red
She paints on her nails as embellishment.
Her looks are scorn
As she watches me across her pariah parley.
She calls herself a queen.
Little does she know she's flanked by Brutuses left and right.
She snakes an arm around her man,
Scared I'll steal him. I look into my margarita and smile.
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