Sifting through classic Dramaturgy
Pages and pages of doctoral Liturgy
Fragrant in its ideal virginity
Imprisoned by his personal promiscuity
Seeing so desperately, a personal validity
Requested, on high, a virtual necessity
Speaking in tongues, riding tides so rampant
Race providing clearly very unimportant
Who judges this ugly grace?
While Weeping willows
Laugh in his face
Unnamed Heroes
In Silent demise
In the background, Dame Judy Denche
Wails in gawking delight, That Stinky winch!
Delivering perfection, Reciting Shakespeare’s French
Creating original fallacy, so blunt in her delivery
Sit. Listen to the vomiting sound
I try to get over the stench
It’s profound.
In my own, I float in Patchouli haze
Going through remembrance of the Cocaine phase
Indulgent eighties kicking in
Sinking ratings search to win
Trying so hard, Graces fete
Just wandering down lonely street
Who am I? Mr. barking canine
Sitting here prissy as I drink Red wine
Taking it all in, Observing Cross dressers
Enamored by the Eye-candy wreckers
I digress - remember where I am
It’s very easy to judge, a film by its can
Take inventory of my flaws, noting many of my own
What I see in them, reflection of me – I know.
All I have to give, I have to find in my heart
Sink back to before, when we all came from the same start.
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