Around and around they fly
Arms swinging, legs churning
And the beat, ever relentless, pushes them on
Panting, gasping
Futilely grasping,
They dance madly on.
Teeth flashing, eyes bloodshot, desperate for distinction
They kick up their feet for reputation;
With little twirls they beguile the merry onlookers,
Dismissing sincerity for hyperbole.
Kick
Spin
Shuffle, shuffle.
Nostrils flaring, jaws chomping, rabid for recognition
A single pair flaunt to the front,
Vacuous glory in their grasp
“Phony!” “Fraud!”
Schemes be damned—the disingenuous crowd knows their own…
They wilt like flowers in the sun
Slipping back into the crowd.
Chests heaving, shoulders drooping, starving for sympathy
The crowd parts, a knowing smile wearing a young woman strides through.
Confident—she leaves the drowning Egyptians in her wake
Passing pillars of salt, gazing dumbly back on the bedlam of Sodom and Gomorrah
Plain
Unassuming
Sincere
Eyes twinkling, cheeks grinning… real
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