Entitlement

I am not amazed he lost both sight and fight She walked unfettered into calm In "Paris Blues" one peach-clad pussycat was pursued The Proprietor's goal lacked glitter Historically, he knew better She departed He felt the blues He wore imaginary badge of entitlement and breathe air of pseudo pride She read his lips, looked him in the eyes Then smiled her clairvoyant smile His words were weighed on scale Source She sat snug with fuel from the Source She knew lighthouses affording light that guides They were transparent with genuine streaks Should entitlement be legalized? One fine day, more folks will cut the crap They'll stop getting what they've got crippling the crippled now stats The dumb, the deaf, the blind is made new What goal of goal beckons you? *