Your edges are unribbed, smooth. Vulnerable

and with a figurehead of magnificent ambiguity

of two-faced excellence.

Fused violently with a diet of colourblindness,

a monument splashed with His name.

but to no avail; the representation of

absence just swirled. (nothing a little

black-and-white photoshop couldn't fix)

Now lying discarded, moral strength not

that necessary. After all, honesty is the best

policy, and heads down is bad luck,

and you're dead to us anyway.

You don't exist.