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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

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