A mess of Sycophants

The pouf kitten swore by the moon

I have the cream she said

I have the purr

Sex Goddess Inc. for breakfast

A pride of

Bright Royal Studs for lunch

And a mess of sycophants

To dress down the dinner barons

 

You know how its done, she shrugged

All worldly wise & knowledgeable

 

I grinned my canines

Yes, we know…

 

A flash of anger

A surge of hate

 

You supercilious, triple minded

Whored son of a …

 

…a royal parade?

I couldn’t resist the jibe

 

….What happened next is for the history books

But suffice to say

There were deep scars in my environment

Before I got my deck of cards racked

 

Speak straight you motherfuck

She hissed, splitting the air into pointed slivers of splintered glass

 

And spoil all the fun?

And be rapped by the legals

For stripping the shrouds over truth?

Now why would I do a damn fool thing like that?