Spirit Of Jesebel Poem by brutal sickthermic saint

Brown membraned, egg-eyed,
African barbie doll.
Skin-sick and sexually offended,
offended by the only rots she can lean on.
Family tree wilted, both roots in silent majority.
She lost her psychological logic and sanity.
Made a wrong turn, sold herslf out.
Remurative prostitute trailing along with African tycoons.
Glued on spot like a fly on chameleon's path.
Somebody wake her up!
The spirit of jesebel reincarnated and dwelled in her.
Sniffing cocaine 'till nose bleeds, thats a life.
She went out with hunky Joe to watch lights spin at 'house of wax',
drinking liquor like bloating a dropp of water in islamic temple
bottomless stomach, tipsy.
Instentaneously found her feet on road, gypsy,
to no-where-destiny.
With Joe!
Trying to battle to here soberity,
not until vultures surrounded 'em, armed ready to plug death.
Legs chopped.
Blood beaming.
Head and heart ripped-out.
Joe healthy.breathing.
'Phew! ! ! ' mission complete.
RITUALY MURDERED....