Third in a long series of nasty little poems

Her stilettos so sharp
her brain the chewing gun
beneath one heel;
occasionally a thought sticks.

P.S. Cottier

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Image by MOs810, CC-BY-SA-3.0

I may take a break from all this nastiness next week and write a Lovely Poem About Puppies. Or not.  Particularly after I just read Of Mice and Men.