The carrier released an incisive missive, words utterable, but reeking shame.
If only the pallor of dishonour scared her into good behaviour, we could hope
But the rogue woman, clinging to power through biology and machination,
Through omnibus bills and high heels, she deftly sweeps aside condemnation
And like the men she’s forced from the teat, maintains all ills were bred in good faith.