
a fantasy of a government
official off to attend
a convention
Derailing the scene by her
having all kinds of exciting
adventures, the stern, grim
convocation
Turning into a fairytale of a
damsel in distress, a brave
literary attempt destroyed
as we digress
By creating a melodramatic
scene in which the heroine
is unmasked as a female
phantom of the opera
The scars to her soul turning
her into a stone, ice-cold and
without feeling, no sympathy
for human beings
As her soul had been turned
into a snowflake when she
was small by events beyond
her control
But as Alet and I envisage the
scene of her hitting the head
of her victims into a pulp while
screaming
‘I order you to be my friend!
Be my friend, you scum, or
die! – drawing an axe from
her handbag
We roll around laughing so
much, colleagues threaten
us with eviction!
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