The Million Dollar Quartet Poem by Raj Dronamraju

With sprigs of holly for the dunderheads to kiss under
And a serenade from little birds singing "we are superfluous"
Rows of genuflecting idolaters blinded by the sun
Physically kept on the other side of the partition by the bodyguards

The information age circus trap girls as companion
Serving two purposes for the million dollar quartet

Parasols ablaze and hurled at moving vehicles
Their protest is for show only
Nobody is taking them too seriously

"I can't be seen on the cover of your magazine"
The penile envy military complication as companion
Providing a buffer between the common people and the million dollar quartet

Lost and vulnerable
Tarot cards showing death and the fool

Pathetic used and empty
Refrigerated trucks bringing perishable items overland
For tonight's celebration of the wealthy