Ode To The Elephant Man In Mother Theresa's Hooded Cloak Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Ah—welcome!
You, the pseudo saint.
Me wrapped in Death's black boas and dark feathers.
We dress carefully for this little dance, we do!
You, Mother Theresa's deformed sister,
With Elephantiasis
Jesus Christ 'trans'-formed, in your wildest dreams.
Blinded by your own obsession;
Never forsook the disloyalty, the possession.
Calm voice, courtesy of too much Valium and shots of Cuervo.
Disaster and jealousy, envy, greed—
All of these.
Camouflaged by your faux plight,
Pretending not to need—please!
Instead you made being homely into a cause,
Being beautiful an abomination, part of the contract clause
Deal-breaker, you tried to ‘wash him;
Allowed Your aggression, obsession, mad possession
Along with your secret brutality, and finally,
Simply your commonality,
To cause you to lose it all.

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