Poem: Ordered Correctly
Someone fabulous tripped on a red carpet.
Someone infamous professes shame about her fellatiatic indiscretions.
And someone fantastically sexy is prepared to make “revealing” confessions (on a TV show).
Which is why almost no one will read this poem.
A poem about what doesn’t matter.
Like a country far away without oil.
Exhale with relief.
This arrangement, we’ve all come to understand gradually,
Is the way it ought to be.