The Lioness Belongs On Her Knees Poem by Khristian E. Kay

Call to the floor that redheaded one
the smart Roma with the virulent wit
bring with her her defensive weapon of choice
and a bathos dress, stringed instrument and voice
Make her dance in slow gyrating gypsy tones
debase her gitana conceit through submissiveness
corroding and eschewing at her noble passion
And toss coins of derision at her bangled feet
with a pretense of jaded ovation
to further cheapen her supplication

I am the verbose (verbiage) king
And have declared this dissertation
this hierarchical tautology
throughout this hyperbolic jungle of poesy
for the lioness belongs on her knees


No? Then call to the center ring that jester
That malaprop of poetic loquaciousness
Who armed with lascivious pedantic neologism
carves jovial idiolect in his soliloquacioussness
And have him encapsulate or perhaps ornately elaborate
the events of this pernicious acquiescence
this engagement of verbal pescado de perder
It is an austere salacious amusement yes wry
innocuous in any any implication derived

I am the verbose (verbiage) king
as the jester shall duly recapitulate
the zeugma of this premise
this argumentative yet poetic treatise
for the lioness belongs on her knees


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