. . Forked a palindrome poem I’m a toxic-tongued witch with some bitching to weave. No trite tittle-tattle will make me believe My lips drip with syrup and never with sin--- That’s ludicrous gossip---nonsensical din. My tongue bursts with bile and has barbs at its tip--- Its scornful, it’s sharp, and it cuts with each quip. Those mired in its mantra would never assert My tongue isn’t cunning, acerbic, and curt. My tongue isn’t cunning, acerbic, and curt. Those mired in its mantra would never assert Its scornful, it’s sharp, and it cuts with each quip. My tongue’s dipped in bile and has barbs at its tip? That’s ludicrous gossip---nonsensical din! My lips drip with syrup and never with sin. No trite tittle-tattle will make me believe I’m a toxic-tongued witch with some bitching to weave. . . Sorceress She is polished and pernicious, Her demeanor is delicious. She will soften the suspicious __With her smile. She’ll abash you then disarm you, She’ll harass and she’ll alarm you, Then she’ll nonchalantly charm you __That’s her style. She’ll reject and then she’ll choose you, She’ll respect and then she’ll use you, She’ll protect and then she’ll bruise you, __In a flash. She’ll dismiss you then possess you, She will curse you then she’ll bless you, She’ll distress and then impress you __With panache. She’ll accuse and then assuage you, She’ll abuse and she’ll upstage you, She’ll amuse and she’ll enrage you __Every day. She’ll assist you then she’ll spurn you, She’ll enlist you then she’ll burn you, She will twist and she will turn you __Every way. She will praise and then berate you, She will raise and then deflate you, She’ll amaze and still frustrate you; __You can’t win. She’s capricious and malicious, She is smoothly surreptitious, She conceals a core that’s vicious __With a grin. First published in Snakeskin . Don’t Feed the Trolls! Goad goad goad goes the toad in the ether. Mock mock mock howls the internet lout. Jibe jibe jibe chides the beastly bequeather _Of irk __That a jerk ___Likes to shout. Snipe snipe snipe pipes the sly cyber griper. Moan moan moan groans the grim gobby ghoul. Hiss hiss hiss huffs the gruff pissy viper--- _The snake __Who makes saints ___Lose their cool. Pick pick pick is the mode of those bozos. Sock sock sock every fun-sucking sap. Prick prick prick all those gaseous egos--- _The trick--- __Starve each schmuck. ___Snub their crap! . . Susan Jarvis Bryant has poetry published on Lighten Up Online, Snakeskin, Light, Sparks of Calliope, and Expansive Poetry Online. She also has poetry published in TRINACRIA, Beth Houston’s Extreme Formal Poems anthology, and in Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets in the UK). Susan is the winner of the 2020 International SCP Poetry Competition, and has been nominated for the 2022 Pushcart Prize.