Affectation
Half ink, half white space.
Your book choice,
reads books on your personality.
The pretence of intellect,
owning but never reading.
Observing knowledge but never shaking her hand.
The idiotic republic,
the 13th sonnet of indolence,
Standing female stupid,
Not waving but drowning.
If only,
it werent december,
and you were sinking,
huge and beautiful,
in a puddle of ink.
Copyright © Chris Grundy | Year Posted 2012
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