Her dresser mirror dream turns angular
In mirror flaps her faces nesting dolls
Her giants to pixies portrait near to far
The triptych point of view her suit of souls
I see her play innumerable roles
Her mannerisms in sequence sort unique
Her love of life impressed on morning strolls
Though fads and fashions pass her style is chic
Uncanny valley elderly oblique
Her mobile mask of death a blush and smile
Her bodystocking flesh toned far off freak
Her wig old snips off self a juvenile
I fudged her fully dressed to denture gnash
Her bodystocking flaw a slash on gash
Chorus gnash gniske gnissla
