Gas-station shades, and identification Dangling from their necks like nooses at rest Ganymedes hoping to be noticed today Dancing attendance upon the Throne of Games
Castrati commanded to tune their throats Each secretly fearing he will be next To be stripped of all for that walk of shame Passes and pass codes passed on to others
Little Ken dolls flung about in childish glee, While decorative generals nod and agree
A lapse - I almost always object to politics in poetry. Mea culpa...