Her tongue was slit and forked with the lies of a thousand serpents,
Slithering and worming her honey-sweet infection through the
Weak and fragile sheep-mentalities of her herds of viruses;
They followed her like insects,
They said their mantis-prayers
To the lipstick-messiah.
Porcelain, pearly fangs line her pink mouth, and all I see is
Shards of glass, her words are the bitter flow of a polluted river;
Lies and rumours, radioactive poison, toxic lies as plastic as her
Smiles, but they tangle in her shining webs.
They devour her sugarcoat-cyanide stories, worshippers as mechanical
As dolls, broken dolls, soon to be discarded, each one perfectly disposable.
They watch me and they point and laugh, I watch them and feel pity,
They will drown in the frozen lakes of her eyes, an ice-blue pit of hell
And then I'll laugh.