HER FACE NOT SEEN

Not a voice heard, her face not seen, mean as the sea,

Not of reality as she pretends just as a bad actress does.

Roams does she in her make believe little world not to be,

She sits on a throne in her fairytale home, what a show.

Her face is never seen by me as she flies on her broomstick of lies,

Feeds does she upon the pain and suffering of those whom dream.

Make not a mistake fore her Mary poppins world is just as fake,

She hides her low self esteem behind a colored rainbow she creates,

Awake sleepy head, leave your make believe land there in your bed.

Keith Garrett