I Think She's Drunk Poem by Elia Michael

I think she's drunk, I really think she's drunk
For comments such as hers are meant to hurt;
To what depraved behaviour has she sunk?
She does not think before she spouts her dirt.
It is not just me whom she has attacked
With poisoned words which are designed to wound.
It is not just that she is lacking tact,
Her heart is stone, all flesh has been consumed
By hatred, releasing a rotten scent.
She feels that others have more than she has
So pent-up angry thoughts are given vent
And hateful words escape in clouds of gas.
What misery resides within her mind
To say these untrue things which are unkind?