A Man of Lily

Head honcho, forever bristling Bleached exterior, this mask of countenance Princey, let me kiss you, my liege We are only Men in Black - Chieftain for the cause Priest of neoclassism Maestro of Propriety You are. He stamps and huff - truth or farce? This I do not know - I heard Still the serprent, however sly leaves a print It slithers - yes, and leaves a print - Wiil Imposer Chief Impostor Usurper You are. Head honcho of feline wit Your back never rests next to our feet This bloated extremity of covetousness Is bottomless, an abyss, a vacuum - Pathetic dominus Bringer of Locusts Cowrie counter You are Truly you desire this: My lips pressed to your rear My face mopping the earth My nails digging the crust The Goddess' emissary Meister of duplicity Exalted Prince You are.