This poem is based a rather strange, cartoon-like vision I had when I was sick with the flu. Enjoy!
With eyes of fire and skin so green
This braided valkyrie is mean!
She stomps around the parking lot
Like someone who has fought for naught
With savage fists, a fusillade
The same old car, she runs roughshod
She rants and screams, a tongue profane
With words that come from rotted brain
Then suddenly she takes her leave
And to us, grants a brief reprieve