I'M Cynical of Polly

She's a snake living under the leaves, That bites bitter and breathes brutal. With mesmerizing beauty that pleases the eyes, But characters that baffles the mind. Don't listen to her sweet jokes, Because they can choke you in million ways. If you need a hand to help you out, Beware a pen is mightier that sword. Don't be too eager to seek her help, She might bring you to your doom in white and black. Her gaity poise, her killing tools. Her spoken words, a dangerous end. As cunning as tortoise, As dangerous as venom. She's an ant, causing the demise of elephants. She makes the rules that affect the little, She breaks them all. But against her, the sword of justice turns blunt. She has the veil of greediness, Clothed in corruption. Her breath is confusion, But with her presence, there is always a change.