Pandering takes a toll
It can be a cruel enemy
As limousines make their way to the curb of yours
Followed by the well dressed servant opening the door
Out, reemerge with sables and minks
The stench of town instantaneously shrank
Lemons and lavender permeates the air
A gold-chained watch is checked,
Indicating their arrival was premature
The closer they gate you watch their eyes
They stare at you and you realize
A game changing moment will soon come
Only to watch their soles from the opposite side
Like the sponge the panderer lives off of others
And also because,
Like the sponge
Most are unaware the sponge being alive
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