Her shoe goes “boom!” “crack!”

Killing emotions

Mouths sealed tight of the circumstance

We wish to say the truth, but threats come to you.

 

A rose with no red

Just black and nothing in the head

Hoping our bladders will be dead, completely dehydrated 

A marital status unknown

But we assume she is single and old.

 

As dark as a starling, but we can’t say she is a star

She is beautiful but ugly is her hair

She says being nice is sour

And being evil is power

She looks for who to punish at an unreasonable hour.

 

A beautiful bilingual flower

But she holds an ugly character

Ears shut up from hearing

Mouth unblocked for talking

Little does she know no one is listening

 

She might lose her job one day

And peace will reign in the atmosphere

Hooray, Hooray

We all hail the woman of wickedness

May she never remain here.