Will she - the target for a narcissist's temper -
Wilt, and let him waste her?
Bea gallivants in the fanciest mansions,
Where the men wear the lily white shirt,
Politicians, tycoons, barons, bankers -
But she sees their under skin dirt
Sees how they rob the country in silence,
Whose people suspect little of it,
Oh Bea is rage. Is beauty-with-wildness.
Is wild against those who rob it
She forges from her belly the iron of her bone;
And, at The Domain, from a Speaker’s box,
Tells the masses: You've been taken for a loan.
Wake up and pull up your socks