As a scarlet letter is etched onto my skin
With a vindictive boss, the leader with inkling
Hoping to herd her staff as following duckling
Without any great thoughts, an enormous dark sin

Armyless general that leads her sailing ship
Away into a swap, a confused stressful boat
Loving the attention with her head in a float
Circling the big island always willing to flip

My skin in undamaged by the smoking needle
As she glides without harm onto her next level
She leaves me with a stain impression of evil

Live is way much better than a stable doodle
As I compose poems to original thoughts
No one will remember, her desire for spots