A Metaphor of the Intellectual Mind
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Within the crying mind of deceit
Her arms raised to defend
A gallant display of trickery
For the stinch of filthy lies
Should fold in dieing sin
Of youth, to let the drama exist
But for now an aging man
Quickly to admonish in lasting blows
In a quick lesson of honesty
Through the worn splintered stick
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This poem does not promote hitting or violence of any kind
it's just a metaphor...
11/20/2016
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2016
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