Whatever She Says Goes Poem by Dean Meredith

She was old school terroir
From a long lost family fortune
This obviously a lie
Mostly for the tax-man

She was evidence for & against
Her father complete
With every step she took
In confidence & arrogance

Everything & more
He thought
A hundred fortunes
In those genes

He had changed the spelling
Not wanting to sound vulgar
Kings and queens of Europe
Ladies of the finest wax

Ahead & above them
Sealed with skill
And much devotion
Anything now possible

Night's torch
A million strummers
Super-genius party factory
Harmless bouncers at the gates

She looks up & over
Tallies forth
Chooses her kingdom
Makes it great again