Pieces

35.

Destruction isn't the only thing that can be deconstructed
pinched and pierced, sliced and diced to the proper fit
a gutless, cookie-cutter image that sought nothing more
than a bit of advice in a time where this is commodity 
a body in exchange, a button pushed to seal the deal
the polish faded, the bright light stripping color away
a king exposed to be a far-flung jester, not in the funny sense
but in the sick one, the one where drooling hags are likely
to tell two tales; a crumbled future, but for who?