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.