My Sly Friend

my sly friend wickedness born of need and hunger perceived as blood red dripping from sharp dirty teeth but behind a fat slimy smile a ravenous leech hypocracy nourishes you because without your prancing pride and lovely lust we could not identify righteousness you are scorned by those who know you best those who are your secret lover those who lie in bed with you a tangled sweaty mess you do not prefer black lipstick or spiky collars nose rings and tattoos aren't your style no..you prefer the disguise of a perfumed Sunday suit with black shiny shoes and a politician's smile my sly friend wickedness born of need and hunger