*for Barbara Brady
“Smile, You Miserable Bitch”
to the Old N a s t y Witch
in The Cracked Mirrors Of Pain
On Her Rage Walk to Deliver
to The She-Devil’s Triangle through Her Blood Flowing Rivers….
and Smell Her N a s t y Hairy Bush….
“Smile, You Miserable Bitch!”
at The She-Beast
Trapped In a Tormented Past
(She Cannot Escape The Hate
so She Cries an Unbelievable Rape)
It’s a sickly conceived of Nasty Fantasy
Woven Twisted Together Distinctly
and deeper Dark Denials in the Same Degree….
“Smile, You Miserable Bitch!’
At The Forked Tongued Hag’s Burial
where No One was There to pay Their Last Respects
But Me/Just Me/Yes, Me…..
“And Remembering How Miserly
and N a s t y
You were In Life to All Your Friends and Family
I Really find Quite Something….
Smile, You Miserable Bitch In Hell……
Now You Have Nothing.”
I’M NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK # 83
More Poetry from the Dark Side Series # 5
3 February 1999