She Whom Shall Not Be Tamed
Underneath the deep Neanderthal of her reptile brain
She kept to herself inner most She Who Shall Not Be Tamed thoughts
Horrible ideas that would frighten monsters out of children’s closets
These were the kinds of thoughts that no normal human could have
concocted, conjured, cajoled or created under calm conditions
Stay back there she warned them with her meanest face
Thoughts paraded around in the inner recesses of her reptile brain
Kicking, hitting and shoving people with the utmost pleasure
Her eyes rolled back a bit, as she did her best to ignore them.
For she knew that a maniacal mob of one minded minions
Would have dragged her out by her scraggly hair
And fried her over an open flamed spit with an orange in her mouth
if they had known what She Who Shall Not be Tamed was thinking.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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