Paean to a Dope

Grounded angel shabby wings
did you in why you’re as mucky
as an alley cat now see
what you’ve become

This boa’s coil iron walled closes
round like a medieval siege and your
gymnastic resistance as noble as
a martyr’s flail but your honor with its
halo yellow hue is succumbing
to those scales oily and tar black spasming
in perfect harmony like lines of tiny
Can-can dancers this serpent stupid
and mighty insensate as a rockslide

Quicksand wins every time it’s just
like that it doesn’t admire you for trying
or respect an honest effort it just slowly
wraps around you you’re a swaddling baby
you think until you’re a mummy and by then
of course it’s too late

So fight it all you lost cause you let fly
your astral haymakers and wishes
on a star but hoarse and ridiculous slip
into your pj’s and wait for it all to go
Carrie on prom night on your sorry self