The Queen of Strut

She’s the queen of strut.
What else could she be,
with legs like that?
I am among the wise,
the silently devout,
humble in our servitude,
worshiping from afar.
A weaker man,
such as yourself,
longing for divinity’s vicinity,
would fawn and drool; would
drape her throne with hymns
acknowledging her crown
in a heartbeat.

Oh, but we all want her
and we all want her badly.
If there’s nothing else to say,
one thing is certainly true:
she’s internal combustion
in a hand-cranked world.

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RDP – HUMBLE
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