Spectacle razzmatazz signifying nothing
Lacking in content and quality
Yet lodged inside the crevices
Dungeons of men opaque
Unlit by classy radiographic exposures
Man’s foibles desires
Ensconce riveted
In souls it is hidden
The quest for title and glory
Have you searched for it for nothing
O man, O woman
Is it sought deviously sought as devil’s sort
Life accompaniment
like age emerging naturally gracefully and unforced
Or worn as crown without diadem
Devil’s sanctimonious toga on the pulpit
Like robbers at mid morning becoming
Kings and illustrious gentry at noon
Pontificating over miseries of the ordinary
Yet created by so called honoured men and women
Man seeking own glory
Is it glory
Pauline expositions enquire
Even this undeserved glory