In lieu of the recent rash of cyberbullying (including my own run-in with one), I was inspired to write this poem.
She bled out sugar, spice, and everything nice,
During her first menstruation at 7th grade graduation.
It was replaced with venom, vitriol, and a sense of superiority,
Soon she amassed a likeminded sorority,
And began her reign of terror over Mountain View Junior High.
Day after day, she sought out her prey,
A ruthless seeker of those who were weaker.
With her roving crew of cronies trailing behind,
She trolled the hallways hoping to find,
The perfect innocent on which to unleash her wrath.
While her classmates swilled beers, she got drunk on tears.
Others pain was her cocaine.
Her energy was poured into one master scheme,
To transform herself into every boy’s dream,
And every girl’s nightmare.
Year after year, she ruled with fear.
Her sadistic streak grew, even when high school was through.
In college, she determined that to gain clout,
She need only play on another’s self-doubt.
And point out their every flaw in the name of sisterly concern.
She used technological innovation to perpetrate devastation.
Without any trepidation she would ruin a reputation.
The workplace just served as a fluorescent-lit lab.
For her to experiment with new ways to torture and backstab.
Mean girls, if left unchecked, become mean women.
She even became so bold, as to wear a cross of gold.
Painted herself the picture of pious and pure, devoted and demure.
But no amount of make-up could disguise or erase,
The hatred that lurked behind her glommed-on face.
And even her DD silicone implants couldn’t hide a heart that dark.
Rather than admit defeat, and that cruelty had grown obsolete.
She tormented others for torments sake, leaving heartbreak in her wake.
Instead of learning that to be strong, you must be kind.
She chose to remain bitter and blind.
All the while convincing herself that she’d rather be feared than loved.
Even on her deathbed, she sneered at the doctor and said,
“Dear, with those looks, I see why you buried your head in books.”
She remained a mean girl until the ugly end.
And died without having one true female friend.
Imagine her surprise when she found out God was a woman.
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