It must be, ever, "so and so,"
just as she deems it: apropos.

Timing off?  There went your day.
Truant?  You'll wish you're away.

Offset three degrees: a glare.
Off by seven?  Prep for prayer.

Ignore, no more ingenue.
Misconstrue?  Vocal kung fu.

Neglect?  Face a night of wrath.
Refuse?  Assume her aftermath.

Misremember?  Long recall
the ruin of her wrecking ball.

But spot her slipping?  Big mistake.
Breathe "hypocrite": the Earth will quake!

Tremor © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: September 9, 2019