Poor Shoddy
shŏd´ ē [origin unknown]
She’s odd.
She’s nobody and knows it.
She shudders, all shook up
in her shabby body
her shunned body.
Can’t shed odors of a shady past,
a shaggy dog story of shitty odds,
a soggy shack, slipshod
shanty ’mid the sodden sod.
A sure lock on schlocky. Come up short.
What’s sloppy is near ungodly,
what’s odious should be shot.
Should die. Should she? Shhh. . .
Such damaged goods
the source of Schadenfreude.
Shocking. Her show of shards.
What a lot to shoulder.
Shut the shutters, shadow lady,
shut the shouting out
(ah, but not the shame)
the stab of an age-old jeer
that seems to call your name—
"Cheap shoes! Cheap shoes!"
~ ~ Jeanne Marie Beaumont
