Charmed and Dangerous

Greta Grotesque simply could not attest, to the superficial anectodes.
The self complimenting lies.

In a world where up, could mean down;
and where a maniacle laughter was hidden by a frown . . .
There was a sound. Always a sound.
It would hum and tease, upon bent knees;
and always she would portray,
a wicked reflection of herself.

Grotesque in blood and glory, could candy coat
a sugar cane.
With such disgust, and such distain;
the words she used were used in vain.

Though vain will be as vain has done,
she could draw the moon and write the sun.
She keeps looking for another one,
she runs,
she runs,
she runs.