Scene -
she enters the
fairground of manipulation,
clutching pity like a prize to her side.
A little white lie never bruised
her multicoloured mask,
so why should she halt the ride?
She molds appreciation from
sympathy dough - a masterpiece.
Her own Statue of David,
brought into spotlight
by the regret of the touring
customers at the show.
She watches their inert
expressions, as she guides their
boat, and opinions,
squeezing every ounce of air
and emotion.
But, as her clients
call the feat to cease,
they must stand corrected.
