Addiction's Curse

ballade (not a ballad) This prince we see down on his knees his wife beside him is no shrew, Can she believe his guarantees? He promises to say adieu to female friend he has pursued. He hopes it does not contradict but wonders just how his wife knew. Lying – the curse of addiciton. His patient wife he tries to please to her he swears what he will do. Betrayal done, he now agrees, he quits his drugs and smoking too. And then his hardest hitherto a habit which we could predict. From his bottle this man withdrew, lying – the curse of addiciton. This prince of principalities no more will cuss in navy blue, and he will mind his q’s and p’s, and he - tobacco will not chew. He’s making so much ballyhoo the neighbors see a derelict. He’ll even bathe and use shampoo. Lying – the curse of addiciton. Yo, Prince, come on, admit what's true. Promises cannot lick or shun delusion's faulty point of view - lying - the curse of addiction. written: Dec 12, 2016