you sultry bitch
I saw the way you wore your hair
curved down over one eye,
Veronica you wench.
Boy, did my mother tell me about you–
and I can just imagine your sins.
Veronica you had a shady reputation, and women
at their ironing boards detested you–
praying for your soul over the steam,
scowling, cause they knew
you got paid more than they did,