Betrayal My Love
Betrayal My Love
Honor your own cold blackened heart
You filthy dirty whore
Demonic pagan worthless piece of godless wonderment
You stealing thieving thing
Betrayal is the soiled sewer’s game you play
Taking joy at targeting the trust of others
Wasting each and every soul you touch
That touches you with money
You give this world the ugliest thing you can
Your promise in the form of candy and sweet snacks
But give nothing back
Sinister flashing smiles, advertises, pretty wrapped packaging
Is all that you display
But when it comes to paying you
You steal my quarters
Leave me empty
What hurts worse?
Craving for your sweets my love
What is behind the machine you pretend to be?
Betrayal, poverty, as I’m left standing
No more money to enter in your slots
No more quarters in my pockets and no more candies
You worthless vending machine monstrosity
You thieving *****!
Give me back my money or I’ll break the glass!
8/28/14 Any Old Poem Will Do #3 - contest
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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