Petunia, My Sister

Invisibility is an enviable skill to which my sister has given a new twist.
She is visible for sure, but for the most part goes unnoticed.
She walks the ghetto eliciting at best shrugs from the locals
and the assortment of  prey and predators on those  mean streets.

No one would  ever think of ask Petunia to turn a trick.
People may think her crazy, crazy like a fox is she.
Don't underestimate the quiet lady, straight as an ironing board,
who would speech you off in a New York minute
were she to catch you looking at her queer.

A decade before the news broke that President Obama was spying on the world,
Petunia had figured, that the then president, Clinton, was monitoring radio transmissions
from Radio Bonaire in order to spy on Petunia who religiously listened
to Oral Roberts broadcasts.

I manage to survive stock market gyrations
thanks to meticulous study and transcendental meditation
Petunia betters me. She thrives in an island full of criminals
by employing in self defense the Jesus strategy
of being as wise as serpents and innocent as doves.