She turned cold, bitter, feckless <br />True archetype of vexed tartness <br />With vinegar smile on pouted lips <br />Ran off friends and partnerships <br /> <br />(Horrors of Dementia) <br /> <br />ROTMS<br /><br />Ray Lucero<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vinegar-smile/
