Though he be divorced
He is bound by a vow
For better or the worst
Death does what now?
Demon woman so thin
Your hair is a nest
Your conniving sin
Is getting undressed
Like an unwanted whore
Our government did employ
You slither ‘cross the floor
Your dismissal I’ll enjoy
For you treated me
Like a threat to your game
All I can ever see
Is a bitch with no name
I refuse to ever love
This viper from hell
God up above
I shall never tell.
Ciera S. Louise c. April 01, 2006