"It is with a strange malice / That I distort the world." -- from The W
There's a lot to this one. Gonna have to read it a couple more times so I can grasp all that's at play here. I like what I read. :)
Caught a couple little things:
(I can never remember what is what, so ()= omit and = add.)
leave her (on) there on the shelf
You left David, the Maestro by the split rail fence
Dang... Here I was thinking this was a nice little Christmas poem for the first part, you unable to leave her there on the shelf and all. Had no idea you'd be shouldering her inmates, loving her poetry and wishing her dead while assaulting her with pins by the end. Yikes!
Seriously, though, great job with this as always. Nobody says it like you. You're 100% original.
-S(who made it thru Christmas ha ha ha and doesn't have to deal with it for a whole year now hahahahaha... )