The diamond bounced sharp and hard
off a narrow side street into the opalescent
arms of a woman draped haughty in furs
of dead fallen rodents and silken scarves.
She grinned then clicked her red high heels,
without ado handed the scuffed up gem
to a faceless bum crouched and hidden,
tucked small invisibly underneath stairs.
At once his grizzled cheeks grew soft
as value so bequeathed rose like orange
sun at dawn, life had graced him with a rich
rock song worth more than myopic
jewelers or screaming fans may rave.
From atop the mountainous Empire State
Building a thunderous growl so loud
all Manhattan craned necks to gaze
on lusty Fay Wray riding hirsute King Kong
who beat his philanthropic broad
chest with generous animal joy.
Can those in the know
now tell me please,
was it therapy, religion or drugs
which worked this rare charm?
Perhaps there’s hope for unjeweled
scum like Cheney and Perle
and the wide cast world
who would want no more
their diamonds
their pearls
their sweet boys and girls
stolen and hoarded
by effete snorting swine
with snot dripping snouts
buried in truffles,
These corpulent geezers
without riches of war,
they shuffle
they snuffle
their hubris
quite floored.
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