A Story of Loose Lips

A story of loose lips Flesh on flesh Smeared art, rose colored lipstick; A story of a stout guardian over helpless innocents He who boasts of vigilance against foe and greed alike Never to succumb to the wiles of lesser men To you, a wanting maiden, wanting to humble a boastful man But it was the veil of art that lured him, Puckered lips, painted cheeks, and questioning lashes Art, and in your moment of choosing, You ruined it so Your bodies brush, his shield arm slips His gaze on your lips You tell your lie Your mask is gone, his innocents die Shaken, he steps back He sees your truth In shame he looks away Humbled, kept at bay You grin at him, clown face and all You slither the words, how the humbled fall He looks around, the dead at your feat Their blood spurting to the rhythm of a hearts beat His shield arm drops, the guardian failed Blindsided, the lustful hound wailed By the promise of your lips, your passionate pose His shield arm fell, and never rose An ode to all the fools who lead us The Lust of power will always bleed us © Samir Georges 2009