Hourglass Chandelier

Purveyor of time,

do you not singe with regret

at stockpiled bounty

in the face of hunger?

 

Purveyor of time,

do you not cower in disbelief

at good men drowned

by waves of red tape?

 

Purveyor of time,

when did love become a nuptial contract

and beauty skin-deep?

When did purple become fuscia and salad organic quinoa?

 

When did assholes become heroes

by spinning lies as truth,

spraying their homegrown feces

with cheap Giorgio Armani cologne?

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