Broken English words cracked the air like a bell    She had a chateau in Virginia Waters    Free from all those culture vultures    Her silver car a silver cloud cloaked the air in a shroud    Her pearly author's teeth tore the seasoned cedar coloured pheasant       Her one rich wish is to write a book about    A Venetian mother's problems on a barge in little Venice       She peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother    Who's theatrical in character    Wise just like Socrates    She sinks her nails into the aged canvas    But the power from the wordster's head was cool and shrill and frightening       Miss Drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise lounge    She types some acid words to her hairless Havana art dealer       Her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau in Virginia Waters    Free from all those culture vultures