ALLUSIONS OF GRANDEUR

Congrats! Record, “I’m born!”

From Mommy’s arms one’s torn.

Snips, snails, puppy dog’s tails?

Sugar, spice, nice. No males.

Hitchcock called all, “Cattle!”

Brando challenged, “Battle!”

Actors recite their lines.

“World’s a stage.” Stand in lines.

Be macho, macho! Man!

Create monsters we can.

Female deer, doe-too bad.

No more fun to be had.

Bob Hope’s trunk of mem’ries,

Bingo’s clubs, greens, golf tees.

Garbo’s demeanor shy,

Monroe kissed world, “Good-bye.”

Name-calling’s just a sin.

Sad for the shape we’re in.

Pigeon-hole dreams turn true,

Name-calling? Black and blue.

Enter that cage. Now stay.

Cannot come out to play.

Box us all up and seal.

Card game? Shut up! Now deal.

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