somehow
I offended her
and I thought fuck
another gesticulated ellipsis
maligned
by Maat's clone
and she's the type
that doesn't make mistakes
got mags that hang like clothing
on a verticle rack in her entranceway
and she waits like a cop
for the perpetrator to draw first
no question who's wrong
when the bullet finally pops
but there was no stealth intelligence
just unrehearsed spit
and I swear the smirk she abhored
was just innocent perioral reflex
and I could go on and on
about an obvious lack of diction
but there was nothing to listen to
nothing said
a case of one chicken
too much
like the other