Steward And Jill

Steward said, 'Love makes the world go round or so I've often
heard
but what can you do when passion's dance comes to a halting
standstill'
'You keep your footsteps moving on, find the next-in-line pretty
bird
'There's an Ivory girl at each lamp-lit corner, take your pick',
snickered his friend Jill

He was taken aback by her lack of concern, 'The love that they give is
a 4-letter word
I want to be more than the next dirty trick, just a john who means
nothing but money'
'Think in terms of unfrozen assets, pre-ordained paradise in the
offing, Dear Steward,
Day-Glo deadpan, inexpressive performance, what's wrong with some
female company?'

Steward was a bit perplexed, 'One night stands are not my style' he
said, hotly angered
He pulled out his gun when their break-time was over, ' No ifs, ands,
or buts.
Today's fate is sealed, its state of mind can't be altered, emotional
strangers,
Do-nothing-doldrums, stagnated lives dismissed in the tale of a
speeding bullet'

He was quick on the trigger, fast-forward motion precisely
disfigured
The plate-glass window, once clear perfection, no longer bore Fitch,
just Abercrombie
Customers gawked in bewildered amazement, news vans arrived, headlines
were ensured
Ala Grimm's fairy-tale with all the trappings, gallows brand humor, a
broadcast story

Satellite signals begin, 'The only ones who died today were six
famished mannequins
Who were posed, then exposed in emaciated thinness, their worldly
beauty caricatured
by gaunt runway supermodels, young heroin addicts shooting up deadly
toxins
Digging their graves of warped memories, unavailable love is life's
absurdity, answered'

Steward and Jill left the scene quite un-noticed, they made their way
to the next city-mall
Quite happy that they would become infamous cult leaders, just like
Bonnie and Clyde
This time their actions weren't the least bit innocent, the bomb was a
bright fireball
Dangerous thrill-seeking crimes would guarantee their names would be
forever glorified