POETRY: BROOMSTICK BITCH ON FIRE BY PAUL TRISTRAM

The stretchmark’s upon her grotesque body
are from giving birth to petty spells.
A spoilt child with a tedious bad temper,
manipulating lost and lonely peoples vulnerability.
Using absolutely everybody in her selfish game
of twisted, deranged megalomania.
A little Hitler, hiding the many cracks inside,
she emotionally blackmails one and all.
Poking Karma in the eye, thrice daily
whilst adding more filth to her compost heap soul.

Written by Paul Tristram

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