She walks in the rhetoric of beauty
fine sentiments gracefully springing,
seductive, sinuous words entrapping.
Onward she leads us, her siren call
draws by exquisite magnetism.
Alluring, polished, elegant, sultry.
Lotus eaters all, hostages we fall
in living death to Velvet Fascism.
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