Has Come a Long Way from What
Undecipherable at best,
I miraculously managed to get the crux of the biscuit.
And she has come a long way too.
She takes a fresh scalp
with her opaquely straightforwardness -
From what was once a knot;
a savage with a coy smile,
She is bolstered conflict, a trickster with mischief in mind.
As usual it's both twisted n misguided
She bemoans her repetitive drivel "Fiasco"
A commedia dell'arte performance that went horribly wrong.
A last gasp?
Sinful and angry in the light.
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