Framed By Greed
Framed by Greed
A festooned and fractured peacock
More than just his tailored suit
But no less than the material made of
Caricature of broken records
He repeats the same different song
In bland and blithered platitudes
Fat millions counted in pennies
With the black book phone numbers of X and rated lovers
One he counts to ten
Beguiled dishonesty of truth he wears
On back stabbing smiles
And comfortably ingratiated friends
The fat starvation of his heart
No longer needs to work so hard
At being human
Weapons dealer and pimp of innocence
Player of black trade and drug abuse
Criminal of luxuries bullet-proof
All for me said his bloated sack belly
The polish, the shine, the lights and indifference
Servitude serves his robbery of plenty
A hijacked ridicule of femininity
Fashion dripped and preened beside him
Prattled and gibbered on a diamond encrusted mobile phone
Fake and vacuous cost so much
In plastic implants and Dubai makeup
Shoveled up
In the hotel lobby
He sauntered in
The swagger of malpractice
His gold plated education treading the deep plush pile
On “ get out of jail free ” cards
The sharks tooth gangster man and his bodyguard
Were nothing more than an oily painting
Framed by greed
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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