Mistress of the Flood-felled

Barred teeth, saccharine smile alight with shine

As two fingers reach out criss-crossed with heart—

"My memes, make them pretty," says she, in pink

Like a blossom 'neath ground for honest work.

Admin, teacher, nurse—then wild card, big shot!

Grin plastered across her green leather skin

Two fingers upon polymer scriptures—

"These floods, let them ravage," her face guffaws!

Blood scattered 'neath her untethered red heels.

Politics, business—to her, no diff'rence!