Poem-A-Day: Day 284

Blustering

I cast inscrutable winks
at the societal fetch of the world,
like some twisted magi
festering under the humidity of his beard.
I am erect with pocketed hands,
walking as I cast a shadow
both long and phallic down the path,
and the horrible denizens and demons
avert their gaze skyward before I pass,
and when they catch the kiss of my backside
their whispers dance from wall to wall,
a squall of squalid words erected in my absence.
I am the god and demigod of their world,
and they both chide and absolve my presence,
because my word is lordly praise
despite its filthy entrapment.