Caught Perplexed

Aw, not this time, honey,
you’ve been in that line enough,
wrenching them gears too far,
look at how others waited so patiently,
don’t mean a damn thing to one this callous,
but neither does your naked selfish business.

No, this is really for you as always, darling,
except we trapped it before first picks,
honestly, first digs, or gouges,
to be even much more precise, as if we must be,
and go back to thank your wonderful self once again,
licking that greasy platter clean to see your reflection.

Hey, you don’t own this town with all of your money,
burning it also for lighting a path to your dark rooms,
hell, if anyone knows for sure what lurks with you there,
somehow it leads obsessed crowds underneath you daily,
cocked out that small window like at the Vatican,
blessing pilgrims below with your quenching reign.

Sorry, that unrepentant audience has finally left,
not forced off, because we don’t play your games,
besides, it needed to be permanently accomplished,
meaning you aren’t given a second chance, dear,
exactly as everybody else bravely has to barter with,
building atop them lessons learned from your myth.