What I Require

Hail the Goddess of the Jeweled and Dangling!
Tiptoe up her sloping iridescent shoulders
till she’s wrangled you into her coterie:

schooled you into knowing grace
inordinately steeped in lunacy
is quite the only way to go,
only thing to do and be.

Dawdle in her slew
of bling and see.

Then come
back and
talk to
me.

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