Praying mantis on the cat walk,
 

wearing Klein, Rykiel and Orb,
 

model anorexic chicks,
 

top class rags absorb.
 

'Mantis Religiosa'
 

strutting like a probe on mars,
 

cheekbones jutting,
 

' blades' are cutting,
 

ribs stick out like prison bars.
 

Parallel to starving children?
 

'super stars who starve my dreams,'
 

such imbalance pukes the sane,
 

to loathsome echoed screams.
 

Designer clothes, pampered hair,
 

parties here, luncheons there,
 

yuppie sets, trendy pets.
 

Third world in despair.
 

Chauffeurs waiting in the rain,
 

opera nights, French champagne,
 

Uniformed in thought and mode,
 

exclusions?
 

just the cheap forebode.
 

Catering, I witnessed well
 

a heaven whom invented hell,
 

hands hid fickle giggling talks,
 

dilettantes on Wall street walks.
 

Contriving all they did not know,
 

(just putting on 'the show.')
 

Didn't matter if they'd seen it,
 

just as long as they were seen,
 

did not matter if they meant it...
 

just as long as it was 'mean.'
 

Sipping vermouth mixed with coke,
 

I heard one say:'It was a joke,
 

that the unemployed were poor,'
 

thought the losers were 'a bore!'
 

On his arm his trophy hung,
 

blonde, tanned, young and dumb,
 

he boasted of his high I.Q.,
 

and his blood of royal blue:
 

'Malaria is nature's way
 

of culling blacks'
 

( I heard him say!)
 

'better that the sick should die,
 

rather than WE hear them cry.'
 

In discussions of 'the Dow,'
 

I found their world,
 

and wondered HOW
 

Serving them, I passed on by,
 

heavy hearted,
 

wondering

 

WHY
 

 We call THEM....
 

' WELL...to do?'