Calls herself a They
To become an army
That obliterates
Anything that stands
In their way.
She'd sell her loving mother
Up Santa Ana river
If it interfered
With her desire
For vintage Me decade
Furniture,
But she refuses to wear
Turquoise jewelry
Or any other culturally
Appropriated tool
Of power, raw power,
To take away.
Madison Ponce
Has no real feelings,
You see,
So she's free
To light the city
Of Anaheim on fire
And have anyone who tries
To stop her
Put in the slammer
For centuries-old murders
She makes stick with her wand of feelings
We call witchery.