Bloody Mary

Note who’s got to go today, don’t fuss about the means, just go ahead behead, impale, starve, strappado, the sheer assortment of choices enough to make a crown crow. They never loved me enough. It must be said: They were a disappointment. When divine mother love wears out, I just reverse the robe from blue to red. I like a flat ground to build the next town, city, empire of disgust. All the waste you see, that’s what I did, none of that happened to me. I did that. I made that. I killed that. I.