On becoming an Icon (!)

On becoming an Icon (!)

Except for a couple absentee
  Icons, together, we stand -
  all ten of us comically sardonical;
  sartorially
  succeeding only in being
  dark-suited -
  bow-tied & white-shirted,
  but secretly stretched
  in bowel and
  bladder control, as

the Governor-General,
  Dame Silvia pins
  a round, green-stoned-
  cored badge, on our
  pumped-up chests to a series
  of comedically repressed "Ow-ouches"
  and, discovering politically that
  we are all ‘Lefties'
  as the pin lances
  a left nipple.

We become more phylosophically
  dead in the face, as
  our lips curl to a
  comedically heroic, tight-
  lipped silence of
  painful acceptance,
  laconically iconical!