mother mutiny shines
unbecoming, undressed
chanting blasphemous rhymes
at the top of her chest

all the pushers and crooks
those who steer us all wrong
better call off their deals
better set off their gongs

better soon realize
they are bound to depart
better read clever tomes
better master the art

of not acting alarmed
when she enters the room
with her tigergut strings
and her propane perfume