They say
No light, no color
Ironic spectrum of hilarity!

Needless thing
Plays hard-to-get
Wretch with wanton eyes

Empress strolling
Stark naked, smiling amongst
Sweet, clothed gawking pity

Denial, unsullied –
No need for a shroud
With friends like these!

Gorgeous ignorance
Idealism, that bouncy virgin
And her lapdog audacity

Hiding reality
Like a 7-foot bong
And in walks mommy!

Wicked call
Trusted siren turns tricks
Now serving fresh gamble

Welcome, aberration!
My dear recurring comrade
Kick up your feet

Tell now
What you saw there
In that resounding dark

Red flags?
Well, wouldn’t ya know!
I’m a matador’s bull.