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Mrs. Bitch

Mrs. Bitch

The witch is a bitch.
Swooping low to devour,
Precious souls.
Cruel fangs lifted in scowl.

Looks aren't always what they seem,
Because covers aren't always the book.
Despicable me,
But worse.

Life revolves around her.
Stealing others thunder,
To show true denemor.
Reality is her specialty.

Around others bitch is innocent.
She fakes,
She takes,
She makes zero friends.

Haters gonna hate,
While keeping Mrs. Bitch away.
Lights, camera, action.
The bitch is on so beware.

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Nine Eleven

I know a few people like that, they are highly contagious so I stay away.

Great poem Ella.

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Liamjohnson

Haters guna hate. That tickled me. Haha.
good peom.

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Ella

Thanks liam!! glad you had a good laugh!

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Ella

thanks Silent dreamer. Glad you like it!!!

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Ian William

Well written, Ella! Delightful rhythm and flow.

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Ella

thanks so much!

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Jack Ellison

AbsolutelyΒ loved it, dear Ella!!! Hugs, Happy Jack XOX

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Ella

thanks jack!

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kay harris

Loved this because so many people live this everyday. Our reflections are sober or they are dangerous. Well done my friend, much loveΒ 

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Ella

thanks kay!!

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Syd

Great poem Ella. There are plenty people like this in the world unfortunately.

- SydΒ 

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Ella

thanks so much!

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