Revised sonnet #71
Your fantasy elitism lent you nought
Your soul a sop to Satan special guest
You rounded out the numbers like the rest
You missed the point of pyramid you sought
In world of wealth you worshipped bottleneck
The sparkling folk around you shared your shine
You peaked and plunged on pyramid in line
You lost to gigolos yelled what the heck
The crash test dummy Satan set your god
You gave up ghost thats bottom gears to him
Yet he aspired to rest your ride turned gym
The statuettes made of gold you gave the nod
You value Satans glory very vain
Yourself in misted mirror do disdain
Chorus vain conceited narcissitic
