A Very Ugly Soul Poem by Julia Luber

She is not a lovable person; her charm is unctuous and narcissistic.
A status of being able to afford a tremendous amount of pleasure,
somehow tricked into a conceit, a self conception, a reflection of her nature.

She is not dear. She is not loving. She condescends to you. She condescends
to everyone. And treats them like she is being holy to condign her touch to
them: as if she is some kind of magic. As if she truly deserves her exponential
blessing in that respects.

As if there were a manual to charm: she acts like it is herself incarnate. But knowing the things she's said to whom, makes her so ugly and uncharming and inhumane and evil.
Somehow, she has been able to manipulate a visage that does not show her ugly evil unforgivable soul.

With lots of plastic surgery and materialistic indulgences, she seems to somehow
have managed to even fool herself.

Maybe some can feel her unctuous evil, the people whom she's doomed, the deaths that have tracked her foraging forward into life. Somehow she is not a lovable creature whatsoever; she is downright unforgivably evil.

But she manages to steal every lovable person whom she can. She manages to
'own' a level of 'sex' and 'charisma' under her monied possessionary wealth. She manages
to decorate everything and so many who are lovable with her unctuous insincerity and
bizarre superiority complex.
Okay, it is not bizarre. She has billions. And acts and parades herself on many levels as if this makes her a superior person.
She is condescending and judgmental, But perhaps has changed. Perhaps caused so much unforgivable damage to somebody along the way, that she found a way to erase their soul and steal every dimension of it that could work as only her benefit.
Can you feel her contamination of charm and lovable people? Can you feel how she contaminates all memories and invades upon all sacred places to contaminate them and to add the patina of the degenerations she's connoitred?
Can you feel how she is intent upon wiping her poison soul and animus on everything another
might hold dear….how she insistently invades upon the sacred and the charming. And sets her measures up as benchmarks.
She is like on a warpath to destroy sweet memories.
She is like on a warpath to make sure ONLY her money has value and appeal and power and somehow betokens pleasure with only her space.
She is on a warpath. You can almost feel her feeling how profoundly ugly her soul is and yet, how profoundly blessed she is-as if money is truly all one needs to take power, manipulate the lovable, and contaminate all memories with her evil and unforgivable presence.
She is unforgivable.
She connoitred the suicide of a fabulous person.
And she has only benefited from it in everyway.
Disturbing.