He showed his credentials
with his air of faint superiority;
Different from other animals
humans believe to have majesty.
After a short cross-examination
he was judged as acceptable;
Not with less determination,
he produced his awaited spectacle.
All the tricks were unusual
his attire, though, rather casual;
A certain disgust filled the air
because of his lack of flair.
All faces looked meaningless
unlike the famous one of Madonna
They moved about with distress;
there was another prima-donna.
Status and vanity are companions;
nonetheless any male VIP -
except for his accompanying minions -
had the humane right to RIP.