Unlikely Rebel

She’s a rebel
Always does what she is told;
She’ll say please and thank you
But leave you feeling cold 

Something of a beatnik
Never really fits;
Won’t smoke or drink
But isn’t afraid to hit 

Down on the streets
She’s rarely ever seen;
Eyes are bright
With mischievous gleam 

There’s something about her
Something quite amiss;
Sirens seem to follow her
Everything’s a crisis 

She’s always alone
A well-trained savage;
Pristine clean
At home in the garbage. 

It’s the unlikely one’s
You have to watch;
She’s quietly violent
Tastefully debauched.