queen bee script

come on over
the Lip Server mouths
her venom ready to serve

a manicured nail
with a pistol grip
points spitefully to the screen

her smirk expands
in malicious pink
matching her new Coach purse

she can hardly wait
for the rapture de jour
the opening of the wound

the image appears
disguised in cartoon
as black eye often is

a Liquor Store Miracle
addiction and church
equally maligned

as push girl stands
arms outstretched
to reach forbidden brew

the mud is slung
the stoning complete
a high heeled tilting ground

the charge is faking
with consumption affixed
a Lip Server looking glass

of low-fat fervour
and arsenic descent
competing for hollow gold

memorized words
baby-kisser psalms
written in queen bee script

demean if you wish
but garnish the dish
with a freshly painted smile