skanky
bitch,
with her own
little band of
acolytes,
all of them
reliably
certain
to confuse
attitude
with talent

time to get
zen

think
of the forest

think of
the tree
falling
with no one
around

I can do that

she’s a tree

she’s a tree

a snarky bitch
tree
fallen on the
ground
rotting with bugs
and poison
mushrooms
and little rabbit
turds
and no one
cares
what she thinks
anyway