Made no difference to her that she was as guilty, 

Playing up a lie and then springing the trap, 

Without conscience, deleted memories no issue. 

Made no difference to her that she damaged him, 

Excused her own bullshit, her sick little game

That she told herself was nothing more than being nice. 

Wicked little rat, spineless and subservient to shallow needs, 

Willfully lobotomized by evil men with fancy cars. 

She was dirty in dead and dirty in mind, 

Using all who came to her that she could get something from. 

And him, one she owed a permanent debt for her stories? 

She didn’t read him, ignored his words as she ignored her own lies, 

Erasing her own record without batting an eye. 

Wicked little mental corpse, sleazy prostitute for the sleazy, 

No remorse in that dead heart, no conscience in that narcissistic head.