Penelope

She screams am all you, no one really sits tight, who has most to lose, do all poets die intestate, however much they lie, spitting venom at the page, explosive eulogies cue, the owner's terrible plight, would one day she's famous. Raybans blind her rage, one manager start to cry, she should be in a cage, will anyone tell the truth, giving credit is not wise, she terrifies diner's too, prowls around the stage, screams sonnets to the night, even the best are afraid, says she's never duped deals all her cards right, this cafe' is her fruit, strips it from on high.