To Our Winged Admirals

Oh, smile you devious angels, smile Smile like the devil never touched your sins Wash your guilt and pleasures with Your name, your brand, your kin Cross your arms and squint your eyes Look down upon your sheeps Count our hairs and sins and lies Immortalize your perfected grins Oh, bash our hearts and judge our heads We see you smartling, dear We see you so beautiful, refined and skilled Who dare amount to what you are? Not us insipid mortal things Look down on us you plastic angel fyres Go ahead, call me your many things For I am "not" afraid after all Of being hailed, crowned- a darkling