"Moral"-superiority!?
His $7,500 silk-suit was tailored to disguise an obtrusive-girth.
A deep-maroon tie complimented his light-blue $300-shirt. Sharp!
(His blonde-secretary with obvious-assets surely had---"Good"-taste...in-styles!)
A J.D.-diploma and several "court"-designations adorned his office-walls.
He lived in the very-best zip-code money could buy; a third trophy-wife
sweated every-morning to an 18-year-old lithe-body profile; his 7-cars
gleamed a shiny-(tin) exclamation of earned-success. Perfecto! Hmm!
Perfect!-family! -job! -house! -cars! clothes! zip-code! Wow! Success!?
So!? The erudite-lawyer droned his question to the-frightened girl seated
in the witness-box beside a black-robed jurist in an-expanded rhetoric of
designed-confusion employing $10-words to-obfuscated the-intention.
When the witness stammered, obviously-confused, Gentleman-Helpful
came-in to save-the-day saying, "Now! Now! Missy! that's a Yes or No question!"
So was his 3rd-wifes query, "Who's shade-of-lipstick are you-sporting? Bub?"
Ah! Fair-play! Delicious!---We could use more-Honesty!...less Moral-superiority!
Amen!
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