Shriek when your eyes catches her face
Too busy to care of your disgust anyways
Her life exists with the fickleness of others
She gathers their tykes one by one in disorder
The burden of pleasure was never hers to have
With love just like a River Des Peres tsunami
When she's walking
No one will ever go near
If it's raining
Puddles are never covered
A naive smile
Despite a sudden near miss
Hunched over ghastly shopping for broccoli despite their smite
Oiled in colored Lemay flowers Picassoed slowly
A pinched left eye but sees the signs no one sees
Seeking nothing given fragments
Living a skimpy
Right down Ripa to the dome
Brush off the dregs
Rawness smile socially blind
Vague delight
Hear her singing
The sound resonates weirdly
Flair so messy
Derailed but never stressed out
When she's laughing
Swayed by her way of existing