The Supercilious Surrender of Solomon the Sycophant

Solomon was just such an exhausting human being

always trying so hard to be something more than what he was

And with an obvious disdain underlying each and every move

he was merely a pawn

but a loquacious one at that

It was always 'beautiful,' and 'gorgeous,' and 'striking'

and not everything is beautiful or gorgeous or striking

and he was full of false positives

He chased her down the boulevard

and up the arrondissement

and across the bridge

full of words and words and an oh so vapid lexis

empty of any meaning evocative sentiment

But even the smooth operator was blind to her ruthlessness

sightless and incapable of looking at her profile

And one day

she handed him the green cocktail

without so much as a blink or foresight for contrition

And even though she had the Prussian blue,

she kept it close

a concept lost on Solomon

whose last words were, in fact,

'stunning,' 'dazzling,' and 'magnificent'

But all she heard was the steady tedious rumble of

the blah blahs

and she thought of the sapphire solution

and how this was all better left unsaid