broken english words cracked the air like a bell
she had a chateau in virginia waters
free from all those culture vultures
her silver car a silver cloud cloaked the air in a shroud
her pearly author´s teeth tore the seasoned cedar coloured pheasant

her one rich wish is to write a book about
a venetian mother´s problems on a barge in little venice

she peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother
who´s theatrical in character
wise just like socrates
she sinks her nails into the aged canvas
but the power from the wordster´s head was cool and shrill and frightening

miss drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise lounge
she types some acid words to her hairless havana art dealer

her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau in virginia waters
free from all those culture vultures