Margie’s Lament (or lack Thereof):

Margie's tears? A performance art,
A masterpiece of a broken heart.
But the stage is small, and the audience gone,
She plays to herself, from dusk till dawn.

Her accusations, like poisoned darts,
Find their targets, tearing them apart.
Collateral damage? A price worth the cost,
As long as Margie's ego isn't lost.

Accountability? A word for the weak,
She's far too clever, her secrets too sleek.
The rules don't apply, the lines are all blurred,
Margie's the victim, or so she's preferred.

Self-destruction? A trendy disguise,
To garner attention, behind tear-filled eyes.
A dramatic flair, a calculated fall,
She'll rise from the ashes, and blame you all.

No redeeming qualities? You've hit the nail,
She's rotten to the core, a manipulative gale.
But she'll smile sweetly, and bat her long lashes,
While plotting her revenge, in dramatic crashes.