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’
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