She is a wealthy old bitch

She treats people like garbage

She gets away with it

Just because she is rich.

She is wretched, evil and wicked

She is hated by everyone.

When it comes to being spiteful

She won’t by outdone.

A big ole house she lives in

At the end of the block.

Children pass by her place

They pelt her house with rocks.

She is called the Dragon Lady

By everyone in the neighborhood.

She is vicious and she’s twisted

She is not misunderstood.

She’s an 80-year-old lady

She lives in fear and doubt.

The world has changed so much.

She’s afraid to venture out.

He husband of 60 years

Passed away a year ago.

She’s lost and lonely

It was such an emotional blow.

We check in on her daily

Make sure she has all she needs.

We get her groceries for her

We even trim her weeds.

I feel so sorry for her

One day soon that could be us.

She is a kindly gentle lady

Knowing her is a plus.

She’s like a member of the family

Did you hear about Sue

She’s having an affair with George

But isn’t he married

Why, yes of course.

You know that Steve guy

He’s got to be gay.

Have you seen him swish

No real man would walk that way.

If you can’t say

Anything nice about someone.

You must come sit next to me.

Gossip, is so much fun.

You know those aren’t real

And that ratty bleach blonde hair.

She’s got the morals of an alley cat

All she ever does is swear.

Well, you know Mary’s last baby

I tired to rebemmer

Yuor birdthay.

I tired nad tired

Lal teryesday.

But—oh, oot late!—

It’d coem nad went,

That birdthay date.

Swirls of vivid color

Abstract designs

Graffiti is a form of art.

Even if they are gang signs.

Talented street artists

With spray cans in hand.

Their designs are all so varied

Sometimes, they’re really grand.

Expressions of reality

With no formal training.

Their canvas is the world

Graffiti is a form of painting.

The side of a building

The side of a train.

This particular form of art

Is often met with disdain.

If given a place to express themselves

In yon farmer’s

Pasture stands,

On flattened lands,

An upright gate—

One closed,

I indicate.

I opened it

A little bit …

And then squeezed through.

While saying toodle-oo,

I lullilooed.

And why?! I ask,

To take myself to task.

Since there’s no fence,

I must be dense!

Although that portal

Must be there

For valid cause,

In the past they were often called circles

The Participants sometimes called sitters.

In a room illuminated by candles

Many people may find they have the jitters.

Clarity of mind, and the help of a medium

Can you help you communicate.

With some who is dearly departed

Their response, you eagerly await.

Seances are often related to the occult

Bringing fear to some who attended.

But it’s merely a communication tool

If the realm of the living you hope to transcend.

Spiritualism, talking to spirits