Want To Pluck Her Off the Mountain

She parades around swishing her peacock robes in our faces Toodlie Doo I say, but not out loud fearing her flying monkeys some bow in a pretend honor I know better I hear their hearts sneering Pompous pride wavers not as she makes her rounds She is displeased with me I know Am I the only one who will not genuflect? It amuses me I want to pluck her off the mountain and toss her emerald toe rings into the sea We are facing each other now She recognizes my absence And has to keep her eyes from popping I love what I do to my sister