Polished Gangsters

a poem by Jayati

Spouse-
Stitched lips
Sealed voice
Stupid smile

Madam Mask
Very blank
Express, involvement, an
extended relationship with folks?

High Profile-
High chin
Pseudo figure
Dishonest face
Accompanying her
Ignorant grin
Hollow brain
Shallow speech
Silly rhetorics
Responsibilities?
What a refinement, dubious;
What a calculating hoax!

Laureate-
Neon lights hurt eyes
Amass wealth
Wrong doings
Witch hunt
Bother, the blind?
Ambushed behind!
Stage show prime time, show piece
Peace please
Show girls butter and cheese
Make big, guys.
Under benevolent umbrellas bask
Foolish sons of tycoons-
Crawl on knees Noble prize.
Applause!
Cut a sorry figure? Cut Cut Cut Film!