The Sardonic Sisters

They were perfectly nested, side by side,
On that park bench each day.
Vultures picking apart people,
Hunched in matching coats of grey.
“There’s that fat one”, they would squawk.
“The tall one with the hair lip.”
“The husband, hardly at home,
On an extended ‘business trip’.”
“I heard she has her teeth whitened.”
“I heard he wears a toupee.”
“I heard they’ve gone bankrupt,
Having gambled it all away.”
“Don’t you think it’s ghastly?”
They sneered and they awed,
“That everyone in town, but us,
Is inexplicably flawed?”