The Glitter Floor
I had been away from the din
Of the world,
Singing more spiritual songs.
A magazine I hadn’t seen in years,
It’s kind of melody the world
Loves to sing.
Soft **** it was,
so sad to hear,
such shallow repartee.
In the ball room,
on the glitter floor,
the one note wonder sings,
Of sex, and pride, and bling.
It has no meaning to me.
A shallow tune my soul
can no longer sing.
I was never so glad
To leave behind me,
A thrown out magazine.
Copyright © Mark Leeper | Year Posted 2013
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