IDOL

Languishing on your pedestal of ego,

So high you catch passing clouds and toss them

Like candy to your minions, who wait patiently

For every sweet- as-honey dripping word

To fall down, like rose petals from your God-like lips.

Sweet music filters down to swathe amongst

The harem of goddesses, you keep at your leisure,

Enticing them with your Pan-like charms

When bored of posing and preening in front

Of your long gilt edged mirror.