(28 March 2022)
Black velvety tunics,
At a gang-bang held for eunuchs,
When a joke that tasted sour
Brought a show of feeble power
And the man who did disparage
Proved the sham that was his marriage.
He laughed, then quivered at the cold
Of his woman’s eyes, and so he rolled
On stage and did lash out;
Returning to his seat, to shout.
Such doglike devotion
Gives the world a certain notion;
Laud a neuter to the nation
Or fix degrees of separation?
———————————————-[We’d rather read Chris Tsiolkas.]