Wash the dirty linen
In public
Need to be published
Heating up the chair
Flame of the infamous
Flamboyant in the castle
Over cash life
Never speak money on dollars
After Euro or Pound
Russian or Asian
Races never counted
What’s shines must be rhymes
Spectaculars vanity among kings
Or king-pins
All could be
The holiest might consume own flare
Die in glare
We still ready to listen
About them
Everything is always justified.
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You write in such twisted, beautiful English. I love it, you are the Queen of metaphors.