She crawls around in the background like a spider with greedy red eyes.
She looks like she eats lemons and only lemons.
She has the power to make your life hell, send you back and forth and still not deliver.
The devil of the details is what she works with, she'll make you cringe when she stares at you with a coldness that hell can't produce, only envy.
She thinks she's pretty, eating only lemons, so fashionably skinny.
Her ugliness escapes her when she looks in the mirror.
She can only see the make up and clothes she puts on herself.
She's a tattle tale extrordinaire. Do one thing wrong and she'll tell Santa.
She'll wreck your life for that rush she gets while she tells you to "have a blessed day".
She's the living curse of a bitter mother.
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