Karina

Once was an abased, egotistic, and narcissistic gal named Karina,
who loitered in from Russia,
for whom thought she was a golden apple from Greece,
but what she was, a contemptuous growl, unkept as her country, 
like some eloquent royalty,
in reality, a defect from an eyesore called Tverskaya Ulitsa, 
she comes across as sensuous and grateful,
but, what she is, a spiteful harpy,
filled with unwinking blankness,
stale and weakminded, 
her soul is colorless,
her heart black as her mortal ware,
no wonder America despises Russia,
if you meet this gal, exit politely, 
before you enter Satan's world,
she's as honest as a thief,
loving as a goat,
not much after that. 

- John Hardesty 

* I tend to never write about personal squabbles, but
this one was something atrocious!