Another short lady

the world is full of raucous godmothers
screeching Martha, loosen up, have a drink
through smeared orange lipstick
in their best snarling smiles

that little mind within
unable to bear
a demeanor
more reasonable than their own

big breasts outhrust
one hand on hip
the other barely managing a cocktail and lit cigarette
they agress against all
it is too late
for them to be

Martha just smiles
her passivity
the higher form