Tags
awareness, Celebrity, Disgust, fame, Los Angeles, Observations, Poems, Poetry, Star Wars
No amount of mind melding
Telekinesis
Red carpeting
Smoke mirroring
Levitating
Pranayama
Black hole
Invisibility cloaking
Balder-dashing
Hollywood
Can make me
Genuflect
Abase
Prostrate
Ice skate
Gyrate
And
Bow
To you.
Show me a plumber,
Butcher,
Baker,
Electrician
(We’ve no candlestick maker)
To your
Fake glove throwing.
Hell I’d rather die at the stake
Then
Be your toady
And do the
Kowtow truckle.
“Kowtow truckle.” I like the sound of it. Where is the poet in all of this?
I can’t reveal my secrets! 😉