This poem was about a CEO I kind of accidentally ran into who was in a bad mood and found no humor in a humorous situation. My friend and I looked at her like she were a fanged viper whom we disturbed in her staged play with other higher-ups. It seemed odd because she headed a charitable organization to help animals. She certainly wore some charity in her get-up and make-up, but the look could have euthanized the best of us (in her dreams). She really did look like a malnourished cross of a male and female in her features, if it had not been for the dress and high heels.