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Fool's Gold
Cock is master of this seraglio
look how they queue to caress his scepter
cup his golden balls
see how they present themselves
to every whim
all upturned in abject servitude
eager to accept his royal decree
Until, internet switched off
he doffs his robe and crown
steps down shriveled and meek
To mow the lawn
throw out the garbage
lie quietly in wait
while she, the real queen
Answers the phone
paints fingernails
reads a few pages of her novel
and falls asleep
© Johnmichael Simon
2009
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