In The Famed Expiration

A chain of stick-men 
Holding hands among other
Pieces, like a family
Bloated and unabashed

Strung along a boardwalk
Rusty, they take the stage
Unrehearsed but natural performers
To end and re-end; curiously

As so many celebrity lovers
Like shadows when the media shines
So brightly, the pawn is sacrificed
For the good of the king’s taste

And stick-men too, must kneel
As the sun rises over the avenue
Jelling their fifteen minutes
For blood is only an accessory