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Desperate ladies!

She counts her days alone in her cell
Mrs Miller, the lady that was sentenced to death
She's waiting and thinking of what she's done
but she feels no remorse for her hideous crimes

The police had discovered in her dodgy back-yard
twenty middle-aged ladies were neatly stacked
when she was asked the reason for the bloody massacre
"they just wanted their freedom" plainly she muttered

They were all different cases of desperate ladies
married with children and husbands for ages
in supermarket aisles and crowded buses
they had carried their sorrow in false leather purses

Desperate ladies!

In the court angry husbands wanted to lynch her
their sons and daughters were determined to beat her
but in the jury box and on the bench
they were two souls who truly felt for her:

The female judge and a lady in a pink shirt
intermittently cursed their luck for not having met
Mrs Miller when she was still
capable of killing them.

Desperate ladies!

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from Poems for Extraordinary Girls, released June 1, 2013

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