A Vulture

January 15, 2008
By Natalie Babik, Glen Allen, VA

My oh my, look who flies in.
Coming in with that sly face,
I just want to spray it off with mace.
I tell her to shoe away, but she always comes back for more.
On the outside she looks just like any other creature,
Only if you knew her mind consisted of deceitful lines that she tries to install in other who are weaker.
No one understands the game that she plays,
It’s how she feeds her grotesque ways.
Her eyes are her best weapon of destruction,
Her body wishes it could be classified with seduction.
Who knows where this vulture will attack next,
Maybe her best friend’s boyfriend, Rex!

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