She is a planet:
Jupiter, complete with the screaming foot of a blemish
upon one of her scarred cheeks.

Eyes wearing kohl like winter coats,
applied heavily around the pits of her face
cheap imitation retro-goth
deadpanned roadkill, churlish

A forever-pouting doughgirl
but a constant [earthquake goddess]:
each monstrous step quaking the ground
shaking us poor plebeians
(we trembling mortals) in our seats

It's amazing how
she even fits into her chair.
This is the circus act
that starts off each class

But the mullet at the front