SEARCHING AIMLESSLY FOR IMMUNITY

A spoiled rich kid was for many a challenge for our patience
Out of touch with normalcy and more conceited than Nero
Laughing at the lame with no compassion for sufferance
he steamrolled over flowers and is an insensitive antihero.
His repulsive rendition of charm is like a fake harlequin
who thinks he can heal depression deeper than the number zero.
Never truly industrious instead slovenly lacking responsibility
leaving a banquet handtied like your tongue rabid and vulturous.
Greed is the name of today’s protocol and like a charlatan
you plunder the paupers and beggars with your iniquity.
Creaming the lobbyists whilst a lawmaker you decrease
the existence of freethinkers with your morbid regalia.
A strike against decency with your divorce from impartiality
will have your conscious twitching without an apologia.
Now being born with a golden spoon is your deathly disease
notwithstanding your nonexistent remedy in shows of reality.
Crawling like an aardvark through the Petrified Forest your kin
has disowned you healthfully satisfied with your breach of honor.
Destroying in fantasy your demons though angels you spin
your horrific fable competing with ghosts and daughter.
Her billionaire husband’s dealings are horrendously scandalous
with Crowned Princes on the Town Cryer’s new bulletin.
Belligerently blustering through the media you slaughter
the reputation of all enemies of your absolute impunity.
Nevertheless the cell is being prepared with an ominous
mugshot describing the spoiled boy’s secrets in candor.
Lamentably we shed a tear for your supporters done in
by your shenanigans stripped of self-respect and dignity.
You bought and sold their contributions under the bus
where you meander counting your pennies in water
at the bottom of a wishing-well with the song of a violin.
The Golden Spoon recipient was a Big Time Wrestler
fan glorifying ugliness shown in his style so ravenous.
So you push a marvelously privileged life as an inheritor
overrating your real estate and clinging to your quarters.
Soon your residence will be situated with Ebenezer
underneath the ocean floor with an aunt so tedious
you will scream for release to your faithful Senators.
Regardless they will play dead und dumb like a teaser
or a scoundrel searching aimlessly for immunity.
Inquiring for perhaps an entrance to a proverbial trust
which you have denied since your birth with your disunity.
The silenced choir will gaze at your dilemma as you must
sit and stay and hope for a visit underwater from an appeaser.
Perhaps you will be given a lease on peace as you rust
with a meltdown for your dirty deeds of insincerity.