Fools Paradise

She prances in countless poses And brags, ‘today lasts forever Shall I not flaunt what I have? And what’s my business If eyes follow my flesh to feed?’ Living in the fool’s paradise She looks on at her bearers’ head And disdains its grayness Grinning in the glint of gold She drowns in the doses of delusions In her half-claded gown That leaves nothing to imaginations But in time nature surfaces, Sets in and steals her boasts Too early to have the spotlights dim And the flashes and clicks cease Wrinkles wreathe and wreck her visage Her patched up skin sears out and Defies the magic of make-ups Her flesh folds and stills up in cold Her buddies bury her body And exclaim, ‘here lies her Paraded putrid pride That paved the path to Perversion and perdition Pruned down to this piteous piece’