The Elephant In the Room

3 polished oak fans, Swirling in robotic unison High maintenance socialites, Sipping on Merlot fallacies Lemon yellow coated walls, Flat, Like their smiles Comparisons of dangling Porsche & Bentley keys A glorified day care center, Pacifiers included The muted virtuosos speak softly in hymn dialects. Courtesy laughter in snob’s octave Their heads twitching side to side, Left to right to left An equilibrium facing assault charges against self They slow dance to cello dreams And E minor dividends Two-step monotone, sway Against platinum lacquer foundations … But, it was then. These same socialites, Made of recycled candle wax And rubberized, hedge-fund confidence, Began to stare longingly at the party host’s 70 inch plasma TV Proudly imported from China “Attention uptight snobs of Mecca! The city zoo has imploded! The monkeys revolted! The zebras were tired of being racially profiled! Run for your LIV…!” (SMASH!) And before the reporter’s frightened inner child could finish’s his clause, An elephant crashes into the decadent room Filled with Crisp linen scents of Febreze & judgmental fear It stares at the socialites, Laughing heartedly as it playfully stomps away into constellation’s onyx night As tears waterfall from the snobs’ sobbing eye sockets As if they just listened to another Celine Dion song The real newsflash Metaphors played hooky today ©Drake J. Eszes