They questioned her. Her lights grew dim.
“What do they want of me, I pray?”
Her tears were welling to the brim.
She feared they’d tear her limb from limb
today.
Her shadow whispered “Sink or swim!”
and said she’d better make her play.
Her reasoning was rather slim.
The ball went ‘round and ‘round its rim
then lost its way.
Her shadow’s face grew dark and grim.
Both knew there would be hell to pay.
She pleadingly looked up at him.
His many thoughts she tried to skim.
His will she couldn’t sway.
They looked at her and swilled their phlegm.
Their growling hounds they kept at bay.
They told her, as she pondered them,
“These flaws which from your actions stem
have led our business all astray!”
The shadow winked and smiled at them
then promptly offered her a tray.
“Let’s drink our Kool-Aid, Mrs. M!
They’re watching as we haw and hem.
We’re making them look smarter every day!”