Here Comes Jolie Controly

The Dictator Inside Me

Here comes Jolie Controly, 
She’s insecure and dull. 
She frightens rather easily, 
And hides betwixt my skull.

She has but one life mission, 
To control all things.
She views herself in some queer way, 
A sixteenth century king.

She wants to control my children, 
She wants to direct their lives. 
She wants to control my husband, 
And hates the way he drives.

She wants to control my mum, 
My siblings, and all their sprogs.
She’d gladly give her own left tit,
To control the neighbor’s dogs.

There’s hardly a situation,
That Jo doesn’t try to control. 
All persons and all nations,
She has ambitious goals.

When life’s ship gets unstable, 
Jolie‘s knickers twist,
Control, she’s sure, is all she needs,
Some oars, and a To Do list.

A fraction more control, she thinks, 
Will hold the demons at bay.
Yet morning comes, and there they are,
 To turn her locks to gray.

Some claim control’s an illusion, 
But Jo cares not a wit.
She’ll not permit reality 
To dampen her hard-earned grit.

The planes, and trains, and all the cars
Shall bend to Jolie’s wish.
The traffic lights shall yield to her,
Control, that sweetest dish.

From the cashier to the Feds,
All shall tow Ms. Jolie’s line,
Control shall be hers, she’s positive,
The victory t’will be so fine.

Though Father Time might bow his head
Dear Jolie shall yet want more.
For Control is like a starving teen,
Demanding an infinite store.

If she can only manifest it,
Control shall find her hands.
She’ll soon command the weather, 
The heavens, and oceans, and lands.

Control shall guaranty eternal joy,
At least until her death.
While Jolie remains so full of hope,
I shan’t be holding my breath.