Gold watch what gold rots
sold guts, a rich construct
blind lectures to blind protectors
of the festered rot of a thickened plot
of an unexpected shock to awe their flock
an educated wolfs den beside the chickens pen
cascading eyes to a miniscule, bountiful prize
to bare witness to the shallow well paid fitness
of glamorous presenters with camera-shy adventures
with the wannabe famous, do anything not to be fameless
to headline press for the junkies to assess to give profit to the bereft.
"Oh boy, what a mess"
GOD: exit stage left.