The Tale Spinner
His blockbuster of a book,
just a huge, steaming heap
of a gobbler's gobbledygook,
praised to highest heavens
by blabbering blurb-writers
who gather in drunken covens.
At the world's philosophies
he laughed, and scribbled away
about everyone's tragic ironies
with the blazing seriousness
of one hopelessly possessed
by vicious self-righteousness.
ruefully he soliloquizes
throughout his glossy pages
about mortal whims and frailties,
the haloed, hollowed out lives
of the very rich and famous,
of lovers, husbands and wives.
amazing how they slurp it all up,
the readers just oohed and aahed,
lapping it up like sugary syrup;
awed by his own tale-spinning,
now, with the heartiest private laugh,
he's guffawing, but not quite kidding !
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