Just an fyi this is a fake elegy for that aunt I don't like that I had to write for class
Her name is Marjorie and she was vicious.
Her whole life she tormented the people around her.
She was petty and would fight anything that floated into her orbit,
And yet she worked as a nurse,
Who saved people's lives.
When I was a kid she was bursting at the seams with joy
Because I was young and could not think for myself.
When her son was eighteen he ran away to college as soon as he could,
Just to escape her.
Every so often I would go to her house
Without my dad to protect me from her wrath.
On those days you could hear the shouting from ten blocks down.
She was married dozens of times
Yet none of them stayed around for long.
Her temper was just to much.
She would always weep if she felt you disrespected her,
Yet she held no respect for anyone.
Whenever she tried to convince you how much she cared for you,
She would always bring up how much she bought for you,
As if that was a measurement of love.
