WAX MUSEUM
nocturnal humor makes its place
within a mansion moribund
we don't approve its impish face
but quail, but blanch, for being stunned
which room encapsulates the wax
museums where shape our urges shunned
the marionettes in stilted acts
carve figures out of yielding stuff
sweet wanton visions of what lacks
the visitors they cry, enough!
in hallways angled to reflect
odd myriad images made to bluff
for if the eye did close inspect
it scarce could catch the clever cheat
must turn them inside out, dissect
the bits within the dummies' meat
we'll find our mirrored selves a trace
of candled sundries turned effete
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