King

     of thing,

The abject greed you bring.

Drops of blood

     from every stone you wring.

Perpetuate insanity

     and play to public vanity,

Propounding the theory

     of your idiot design.

Bilk

     the milk

From fools and their ilk;

For faux diamonds

     and artificial silk.

Let them parade to the winery

     in all their counterfeit finery;

Drunk on themselves

     far more than wine.

Spring 2006