A Scraggly lady, fixing her glasses always.
Nobody notices her sizzling speech.
It’s like I’m taking crazy pills.
She’s always moving, slithering her way around.
Her words come out sweet like spongy marshmallows.
A credible person, worthy witness, a “must-believe-person.”
Her marshmallows have a poisonous end.
Her old sweet innocent eyes, merely deceit.
But I hear her steps creak.
I see the veil in her eyes.
Sleep, is that something she does?
Shadows of lies casting down on her.
Who is this ghoul living among us?
She’s not alone; there are way more.
Character killers and they have believers.
Hallejuha-ing their every marshmallow.
The gullible without criterion.
It used to bother me.
Now, I let it slip from me like oil–
Boiling your confessions into the abyss.
The ghouls & the gullible vs Me.
I win every time.
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