Somewhere in society
prestige unravels
much like a ball of yarn
chased by an obese kitten.
A troupe of midgets clad in leather
play the dominating mistress
to scantly dressed Vegas show girls
in this filmed bedroom scene.
A cast of mixed odds
complete with
a masochistic lion
wallowing in glass.
Two months
and seven deadly sins later
while lost in self-inflicted mourning
he missed the broadcast.
Nominated for an Emmy award
‘Outstanding Supporting actor’
completely clueless that
his whimpering could be so seductive.
Rationale is falling apart,
a victim of shoddy construction;
while nearby, a lamb dances
whip interwoven in sluttish fleece.
“When the lion lies down with the lamb…
Ashes to ashes, we will all fall down.” |
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