Friday, June 23, 2017

Spotting a Fraud

Photo by Max Pixel
In a room full of people,
faces gleam the ideal calamity;
And across the way,
an appealing woman nods at
the alcohol that makes me a sleaze.

In a view full of money,
hands urge on the gaudy unity;
And behind my back,
stands the artisan that deceives
and likes to lie in infinity.

In a concept of my mind,
a boggling thought of a marriage between Heaven and Hell;
And under the bar,
the worm smells the witch's crimson spells.

In a room full of people,
faces are dim but hers makes the crude mind dwell;
And across the way,
she nods while I am a fabled victim.

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