Saturday, January 20, 2018
Not for Her an Interminably Dying Swan
Jenn-Annie found everything to be new!
This attitude, or lack thereof, she
brought to her secondary roles as
a dancer.
Her boyfriend, Hector, was a static
Conservative, who humored her.
As he does now when they've married.
He is the present Treasury Secretary.
Every penny spent...well the party
sees that a lot fewer of them ARE!
For frivolous social programs,
or her ballet company.
She carries on, laughing.
The new Prime Minister once attempted
to rape her as she minced though a
dark short cut in back of the theater.
She struck him with a brick his white
chest still maintains the imprint of.
She never recognized him.
He's a prude now, of course, and
viscerally dislikes the sexiness she
brings to some roles.
To the dance critics who despise him
reflexively she is one of the few breaths
of fresh air left in the company.
The younger dancers find her silly.
Unprofessional.
What they love most is kissing ass in
the tyranny. Adore, actually.
It's always an art in great repute.
Labels: art, art and politics, Conservative, dance, innocence, prudishness, sexuality
