she's a pocket-full of kryptonite
she's a superwoman starlight
she can spin the world
on her fingertips
and gently ease it back right
she's a fistful of nitrite
she's myopic with her foresight
why can't she just be forthright
and not feel contrite, when she
can't make everything alright
she's an imploding dynamite
she's forgotten how to ignite
self-destructing without respite
with foes embraced and
friends rejected in total spite
i've tried to hold her upright
been her self-immolating torchlight
from the cradle to the streetfight
she's out to bloody the moonlight
and i just can't help her tonight
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This is a personal blog. This blog represents an explicit and unedited outburst of consciousness attributed to the author's subconscious that unconsciously emanates opinions and ideas that are seldom relevant, often fictitious, and absolutely harmless. Any attempts to challenge the rationale of this streaming consciousness will be met with stiff resistance from the author's subconscious and could render you unconscious. On a less frivolous note, the material contained herewith is copyrighted. Just ask, and you shall receive.