the most beautiful disaster stands alone; sits lonely and cold on a golden throne

At his feet

the filthiest whore stands alone; lies drunken and stoned in a red-coal stove

In his dreams

the greediest bastard stands alone; sways to and fro in a cardboard cove

By his side

the most tasteful deviant stands alone; whispers lies and laughs in a frail lobe

At the table

the silliest fool stands alone; loses games and gambles to a luckless throw

In the door

the godless son stands alone; follows filth and folly as a mindless blow

On the floor

the luckiest queen stands alone; whips he and she as a doltish ho

By the window

the mocking dove stands alone; takes flight and freedom to a world unknown.