Karen was no ordinary golem...
she was a raging bitch,
an itch she could not scratch,
as no amount of mud
resolved the pain she felt
in her tush, her sore bum
even got in the way of love making,
what's a golem to do,
no one wants to listen to her complain
about her diaper rash,
when she went into a grocery store,
she would burst into tears
and rage at male clerks for no apparent
reason, but they knew
she was deranged, a golem named Karen,
could it get any worse?
No rabbi could help the situation,
and priests were of no use,
of course, this was a Jewish dilemma,
straight outta old world Prague,
oh my God, how the firefighters tried
to spray her down, water
really had no effect on her temper,
or on her temperament,
difficult to say what would help,
treat her like a baby,
insane to think a mud creature
could become so vicious,
not even fire could give her buns of steel
a day off from burning,
as counter-intuitive as that sounds
the police consented,
really, they gave us their blessings
to destroy the creature,
yes, kill the Karen as the Buddha
you may meet on the road,
given the green light to destroy
at will, we wore our gear,
only twelve of us were allowed
to come near the swamp thing,
left on her own, she would pace the carpet
until she left a trail,
even monsters live by intuition,
and she knew our plan,
maybe the flamethrowers were a slight hint,
but we burned her to dust...
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