Off come the gloves -- you flat make me sick.
Your cognitive dissonance as thick as a brick.
You group and you preen, and you're lost to the finery.
You are blind in the mythos -- embroidered in irony.
A week it has built, and what had she done?
An attractive errant, a front against guns?
A woman of privilege who didn't quite blow it;
Born to position she knew how to show it.
She was groomed from the first for her majesty's thrust.
Her father had dreams of intrusion on lust.
He would mingle his seed with the Kings, and the Queens!
He would have the prince Charles by the balls so to speak.
Her youth was awash in the most classic of arts.
She could wander alone in thousand year parks.
She grew to autonomy with the creams of the finest.
There are few wouldn't drink from the stuff on her wine list.
She was white and reed thin, and had legs to her face.
A doll to the dissatisfied, they would kill to take her place.
She was the center of the universe for countless hapless motes
Who squeezed too hard and killed her, 'cause they had her by the throat.
Those that are buying the tripe found in tabloids.
Those that read "People," and "Us" for a joyride.
Those that are buying the National Inquirer;
Those with squalid passions have to put out their fire.
These are the people that killed your prized princess.
These are the ones that are giving false witness.
These are the ones all upset -- sending flowers;
These are the ones throwing rocks from their towers.
Her grace was in detachment, and she had that touch of class.
Perhaps this half's wan Jackie - O, surpassed?
She stuck it back, somewhat; Tried to turn her kids to fellers?
She touched the sick, used her eyes, and knew the truth of Helen Keller!
And I'm sorry regarding fishbowls, but the fish bowl was so grand.
The length and breadth was world wide; the lap of luxury, understand.
What she spent on shoes would feed a family for a year
Was she just a kind distraction from the trouble found in fear?
Did she wonder aloud about people from space?
What were her real thoughts on privilege and race?
What was her thinking on circles in crops?
What did she wonder regarding her thoughts?
Her marriage to Islam a mythic grand gesture?
The future king of England a Muslim -- what a treasure <g>.
She mirrored so well what we wanted to see in us,
So the future's foresworn to a chaos of culture pus.
And what of her lover's father's possession
To aspire inclusion to British royal obsession…
He was shamed that the landed refused an exception
To his honor, to his person, to his piqued prepossession.
It's not about money, it's self disrespect.
Who gives a rat's ass at societies neglect.
Why grovel to passing royalty in lurch…
Like Napoleon giving in to the old Catholic church.
It's only a grasping at power\position.
The best trophy wife at the end of the mission.
The woman was nameless; cut short in her time.
Who knows the result she continued her rhyme!
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Only the watchers knew who that woman was. I had not the foggiest notion who that woman was…and neither did you -- only what we were told. Ironic that another cultural icon passed in almost the same breath, but will not get a fraction of the adulation…we will fawn and lather at the pretty face (like a bunch of Americans). Did the old one ever dream what it would be like to be the young one?