Jezebel’s Daughter

She slips on theological rhetoric

She hides behind the voodoo stuck to her silent tongue

Wearing her vixen like dress

She acquired accolades and accommodations from the saliva of the burnt orange wolf

She spoke the language of love in riddles and teenage rhymes

Wearing her Madusa like pearls

She mishandled truth and washed down a liter of half bitten lies

She threw away fortunes and laughed at others misfortunes

Wearing her witchcraft perfume

She roared liked the bitch she was and ignored the crowd who carried her on a Persian rug

Wearing her battle ax over her shoulder

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