Tacky Trophy
Book – a – cur for Pick – a – daily circus
Garbed in nastiness, gluttony, greed and seize
Old habits die hard, even at the cost of
Descendants’ legitimate grace.
Divide and steal, bounce back into own enclosure
Of secured palatial glory, unconcerned about offspring
The innocent children made to undergo mental subjugation
Brainwashed to think otherwise than, mother’s advice
“My tender children, be street wise, smart and loving
Not drown into tyrannical spree of forerunners
Indulging, pick a daily circus book a cur.”
Make no, uncouth out of humour
Attired in malevolence, and excess
Supremely feel filthy indulgence.
Not you do pursue, children, for sure.