Ms. Red Spring

Ms. Red Spring
Ms Red Spring
Ms Red Spring
is already at the door,
and she has nothing sacred.

She’s almost like the Pope:
red robes,
a minimum of beautiful words,
and no responsibility
let alone conscience.

She’s almost like Ms Sundew,
but Ms Sundew, at least
did what she did on purpose.
Red Spring has a sweet tooth,
but she’s stuck on salt.
It doesn’t seem like much,
and yet
there are so many pages
of a fabulous life
still around.

She came up with the psychology of the masses,
how to make a statue out of an icon,
She can sell you master classes.

May the royal rules forgive me
for my dirty tongue:
Red Spring is just a bastard,
a talentless infection,
just a clone and a clown.


☆(a failed draft from one of the books:)