She believes she is safe behind the pseudonyms
Such an ugly person can be too easily seen
For the horrible coward and slouch she'd be...
Even though disguised in a fat Moon Goddess suit....
You can still read the ugliness imprinted on her soul
As she is sickened by her own self loathing
Then projecting it onto innocent and decent others
The world becomes her bacteria filled oyster...
She is so full of this vile destructive hatred
That her bloated immortality will soon sink like a stone in a lake.....
with only a tiny insignificant ripple left to mark the life of this Lady
Who nobody wanted to know....

T Sheridan 2007©

Ted Sheridan

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