On a bottle
That has,
Wrapped 'round it,
A ribbon threaded through a
Fake pearl,
I see a Playboy bunny. If it
Weren't a bottle but
Hugh Hefner's neck
It would be a befitting
Bolo-tie of branding.
He could wear it 'round
The Mansion
Dressed as he wants
In robe and slippers,
Refusing to age.
To remain
The adolescent boy
Preening in the sheen
Of magazines
In wealth
And comfort,
Joined and
Held together
In an empire
Of sticky pages.
-jim hill (12-2-2016)
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