Imagine a limousine kiss of luxury inscribed
with a golden strut, each step more affluent,
each stride wealthier, both feet flying with
gator-skinned confidence and heavyweight
charisma. Less than a signature move
and more of an autograph writing two
sides of a career: the baby-faced star
who carries companies with rhinestones,
sequined savagery, a drop kick drip:
the heel hailing heat with supervillain
flamboyancy and low blows for the jeers.
His enemies anticipate a numbered
ending of twisted torture crossed over
a quartet – or simply another promo.